我的错
I've no idea what I'm so called fighting for, i'm just like, always like i'm there struggling for something, but in the end even myself dont know what i was after. I make myself exhausted like hell everyday nerves on every second lose interest in people around me lose the sense to love and then mess around with triviality but in reality just blow the shot.
i screw it.
i always.
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