It's just out of control. I know which is the right one. I've been drinking a good doctrine. And I know that I have to move on. Move on, miss, move on! I somewhat can't. But I WANT TO. I want to end this thing. And move on. And done the doctrine. And being me. And do the right choice. And being the fucking myself. And do the fucking right choice.
And break a heart.
Not mine, though.
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