Tuesday

... losing a doll.

"... When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth."
-Paramore

Wow.
And here we go...
I don't know for what I have to be sick. I never know why I'm losing that grip. And I can't find the reason for making a little rip. But I only know 'bout this one ironic realistic beep;
... I lost you.

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