you didnt do anything wrong, you never do anything wrong. its never your fault. fucking hurry up and get it over with all ready. your fucked up? we’re all fucked up, stop bitching. i really dont want to hear it this time. turning my ipod up as loud as it goes still doesnt drown out the sound of you screaming at him, and him hitting you, and you falling to the ground, and our hearts breaking. smile, im sure it will help. cos when i smile everythings fine. silence is just so damn reassuring, like your hand on my thigh. and i say i feel fine and you all whisper its going to be alright. tell me, what am i supposed to feel?
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