While poisoning the pain away, I drowned every thought but one, and all my attempts to kill it only made it stronger until my entire head was screaming "you never really loved me." The small piece of heart you made me realize I had left died when you let them in. I wish I was enough for you.
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i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth