"i'm not here to look cool. i don't want money. all i want is the world to be happy. that's it- i just want the world to be happy. i want everybody to wake up and love the shit out of themselves. i want everybody to never feel like they have to be cool or never feel like they have to fit in. 'cause guess what? you are you. you can't control that and no one can control that so be yourself. you got no other option. 'cause if you're living a lie, you ain't living it up. i don't know what i'm saying right now. all i'm saying is you are the shit. everyone loves you whether they hide it, whether they're mean to you or not. everyone loves you 'cause they can't help it. whether they like it or not."
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
