like a poem
Jag kan inte låta bli att hata dig en aning. Hata är ett starkt ord, ja. Men det väger upp med alla de som jag älskar. På fredag ska jag dansa hela natten, jag är odödligt vacker.
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last bitter song
she was an alcoholic artist with too much make-up round her eyes and I never knew her real name she was a sunbeam wrapped in lies but I love her and I'm sorry and that's all there is to say it's like a fairy from the ancient time and I hope it, hope it stays that way and when I woke up on your kitchen floor with a headache made in hell
