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OBLIVIATE;
Muse
Specs
Way Out
Credits
Dashboard
I push myself into broken music, in the bleakness of a tragedy.

Flowers wither and scatter, the moon tilts and disappears, But my heart won’t ever change, I love you, I love you.


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Upper hand
Thursday, April 24, 201411:05 PM

I am an oversensitive bitch who reads too much into everything and anything that happens can make me upset. I push people away by going "hahaha I'm okay" when I obviously need help. I think about the worst cases for everything.

I hurt the people around me so badly.