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[manicuredwreck]

Friendship isn't a ring, it's a soggy piece of week old white bread between two pigeons, each pecking at it as fast as they can so they get the most out of that one stupid piece of bread.

I can almost hear my skin groaning against the frown I'm trying to wear, my face feels like a barren desert wasteland, molten lava between pockets and cracks of clay. My blood is radioactive.