oh, romeo... go fuck yourself.
i've got better things to do than stand up here drowning in an a love and life never realized with someone like you.
no more waiting up here - i'd rather jump off of this thing and soar with flight driven by my own imaginary, albeit, broken wings.
too long i've spent my life dreaming and writing of a tragical, magical love like the one you speak of. too long i've wasted my energy on men who i wished would be your doppelganger.
i don't want to wear these tired eyes, or speak these tired lines anymore... i want a new love story. one that doesn't end in death or pain or never again.
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You tell him!
you're a ba mamajama. you know this.
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