I Give Up
6:36 p.m.

That's it. I've tried, and tried and tried. And I keep fuckin it up. They keep fuckin it up. The fates keep fuckin it up.

So the heart is off the shelf. It can't be broken if it's not there. I'm going to be a cold, heartless bitch. Because in the end, there are just too many missing pieces and the ones that are there are too small to break any further.

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