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With tarnish on my brass, and mildew on my glass, I’d never want someone so crass as to want someone like me.
miserable or content, never happy.
Pillowcases are something, for when reality gets obscene. I’m filling feathers around my teeth.
Are stars still dying for nothing? It isn’t fair, but it’s reality.
