i've never met another man with the guts to love you like you should be loved the moon is right for killing and i know i always came too soon i could write a million stupid rhymes about it but growing up is letting all the lies you were told when you were little by everyone you trusted be torn from your heart while you love them so much when they are all you have to make sense of the world it's a necessary betrayal of everyone including yourself there are dumb animals and you another one
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