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I have asthma and a plastic inhaler.
No such thing as a fairytale ending.
Sometimes I just wish I could die for a few years and come back.
I'm sick of being sad and unmotivated.
No one tries as hard as I do to keep love and friendships alive. Maybe that's why they're dying.
No such thing as a fairytale ending.
Sometimes I just wish I could die for a few years and come back.
I'm sick of being sad and unmotivated.
No one tries as hard as I do to keep love and friendships alive. Maybe that's why they're dying.