It's getting bad again
Bad bad bad
Shouldn't be surprised
Tomorrow's my birthday
Birthdays are never fun
I hate birthdays
Especially my own
It's getting bad again
Bad bad bad
At least I can still fake my smile
Fake my laugh
Fake my joy
It doesn't help that I'm fat
Without my make-up
And wearing a non-effort outfit
To be fair
I didn't realise we were gonna take pictures
I hate pictures
I hate looking at my own pictures
Fuck
It really is getting bad again
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Within Time's Cracks
詩歌Call it what you will; an intricate story, a mess of emotions, an unsung song. Whatever it is, it's here, like the rest of us, and those that surround us, teetering within Time's cracks, a hairbreadth away from falling over the edge and into the aby...
