Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.
I'll never amount to anything__ell anything my parents want, so instead I__l end up puking and drinking till I__ blind drunk, It__ funny my mother says I hurt myself to spite her but she doesn__ know I hurt myself because I am, I am, I am a writer.
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I'll never amount to anything__ell anything my parents want, so instead I__l end up puking and drinking till I__ blind drunk, It__ funny my mother says I hurt myself to spite her but she doesn__ know I hurt myself because I am, I am, I am a writer.
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