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I can tell that my life is reaching its dramatic climax, and I refuse to take part in it. It's only going to get worse, and granted I put myself in this position but making your bed doesn't mean you have to lie in it.
I am now the trashiest girl I know. And I don't even care.
Since you've been gone, I can breathe for the first time. I'm so moving on. Yeah. Thanks to you, now I get what I want. You had your chance, you blew it. Out of sight, out of mind. Shut your mouth I just can't take it.