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Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it clear. People ghostin’ after a quickie—pisses me off! Like, mate, say “ta-ta” at least. Happened to me once—met this lass, proper fit, on Tinder. Chatted, vibed, smashed at hers. Next day? Poof! Gone. Felt like NJ in “Yi Yi,” wonderin’ what’s real. “Is this all there is?” he’d say. Me too, bruv.

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GORE WHORE VOL 3 EMO EDITION ; Thnks fr th Mmrs. Fall Out Boy ; I Write Sins Not Tragedies. Panic! At The Disco ; I Don't Wanna Be In Love (Dance Floor Anthem).

Then, I decide to take a stroll down the Gore River Walk. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling a bit zen. But then, I see a bunch of kids throwing rocks into the river. I’m like, “Hey, what are you doing?” They just laugh and keep going. I can’t help but smile. Kids will be kids, right?

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