things get worse and worse, worse and worse. i'm not regretting, at all, at all - it was the right thing to do, surely? only. oh, dear oh dear i'm losing my mind.
self-centred, much, dear lonely teechild? let it be, it's your song; someone will cone along. sometime.
self-centred, much, dear lonely teechild? let it be, it's your song; someone will cone along. sometime.
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