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there is no good

it's like a bell, but it rings so loud.

yet you mean nothing to me.

but I'm not a naive little teenager.

I don't even want to move, I don't ever want to move.

buzz, buzz.

everything, everything all for you.

I'm a brat for you, so love me.

But you cry, and I can't recognize you anymore.

I see him. him. him. and he wears your skin but he isn't you. you. you.