‘That is, until it land on the fingers I’ve laced between his brother’s.’
‘So he looked away. He turns. He strides from the throne room.’
I’M SO SICK OF MYSELF
I’D RATHER BE, RATHER BE
ANYONE, ANYONE ELSE
MY JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY
ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE SO COOL,
YOU GO OUT EVERY NIGHT
IN YOUR DADDY’S NICE CAR,
YEAH,
YOU’RE LIVING THE LIFE
— Apr 26, 2025 02:10PM
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