I Hate Myself | Caught In A Flood With The Captain Of The Cheerleading Squad
these few words could be the last we ever speak. do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe? maybe you’d look at me, you’d talk to me, we could marry, live in this tree. but it’s unlikely. you don’t like me, and I don’t like me, and it’s unlikely.
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