The people, places, and things will forever try to create a world of
misery for the “good die young” group.
I’ll never be in the twenty-seven club, though.
I’m an all-American bitch.
I thrive off the idea of your torture.
Just don’t try me; I don’t like ugly.
I’m sexy and kind,
but I see that evil eye
whenever our eyes lock.
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