You don't know me. I'm so fake, so plastic. You can't like
me. Thinking i'm so damn fantastic. I'm so fucking hollow. But you
don't understand. You run away and want me to follow. So you take my
hand. I don't love you- How could i? I can't. I have no heart. And
if i did, I wouldn't let you take it so you could just rip it apart.
Trust me, i'm not worth loving. I never will be. So why dont you just
get over me?
 
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