STOP and SMELL the ROSES

Anyway life is nothing but a joke. We rush from here to there and there to here and nothing has any significance anymore. Microwave popcorn and remote controls.

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What the fuck are you doing in me?

I don’t need you to be happy I don’t know you, it’s like you’re not mine You’re just a stranger sucking my life inside I don’t need someone to protect

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