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Shortage of Candy
Never ask what someone's favorite candy especially if you care about them. When ey leave and break your heart, you'll never be able to eat that candy again without thinking of their beautiful smile and mysterious eyes.
Why must people always have to be either good or bad? What if I was a good girl with bad tendencies or a bad girl who did good things? Must things always be placed in little boxes? What about those who do not fit into any box? What happens to them?
You built a house out of the bad thoughts rushing through your head and I tried to burn it down but you got caught in the flames. If it’s any consolation, I like the way you look with the tips of your hair singed off. I’m sorry your mother won’t.
I know the feeling. You described it perfectly.
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