You want to be remembered for something that you never were, and never will be. And I will be there to know your confession, when it comes to all of the men and women who must give a shit - are you out there? Because I cannot look past this over-imagined and self-righteous marydoll.
Now I may be bluffing but you weren't fucking a damn thing - I was doing the same thing as you. But to your credit (lest I admit it) you weren't half as bad as you could've been, if you actually were who you said you were. That's something to think about - you, a wonderful human being. Like I'm a leper, you jest.
Because you are a leper too, a no-brainer failure messiah, but you wanted to live like a queen. Not a real queen, of course, but a princess; a bulldog sat up on a throne. You can lord it up just like you do when there's people in classes below you. Little miss pretty girl in the big chair, she's nothing like us.
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