I won't cut my hair in hopes that all I ever was can grow alongside who I am today. All I'll ever be is a gas station bouquet of roses a last minute thought and a waste of air. I won't smile a lot but I won't cry I sure as hell won't let anyone inside I still don't sleep most nights not because I'm scared but because I'm not alive
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