I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I wanted to hit something but I couldn't. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. So here I am. Writing. Hiding behind euphemisms. Because I wanted to say I'm tired, but I know that your reply will be "Why? You have everything you could ever need. What else do you want?" The lovely cover isn't mine so credits to the original artists. I'll write something for you when I found you.
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