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If it is your eyes that are dissatisfied with my face
Why should I be the one to look away?

The story of your life

So I met the love of my life
And that would have ended as a happy story
Had not the love of his life
Been that other girl
The love of whose life
Was this boy
Who was absolutely certain
He was in love with me.

mutilate

the body is a psychological burden.

sometimes i want to be naked for myself without having to give a fuck about you and you and you and you and you.