choose the highest bidder. can't decide if it's me or you, which to choose. safety and precaution over danger and tear-stained cheeks. are you something i wanna pick up and carry home? no, you are not. you've gotta be left where i found you, i shouldn't even brother looking into you, but jesus it's too late for that, isn't it? but isn't that defeating purposes of man and life and love and hope in general? or is it just one day with a brighter smile? it is not my decision.
i'm too fucking high for this shit.
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