My gift is my song,
And this ones for you.
If I was a bit bigger i'd beat them up for you, they shouldn't have played that game, i'd shag and marry you every single day.
When i think of you like this it makes me so anxious, i worry what your thinking, please don't sad. please.
i dont know whats going on with the C's but im sure that it'll blow over. Besides this C is missing you so much.
i've become a monster too, lonliness has made me this way, created this beast that chews everyone up and spits them out.
Darling, when i think of you, close my eyes and see you, you are sitting in your room, hands slim and blue, hair twisting round itself and your face pale and glittering. but your crying, big wet tears that sprinkle your work books and make the ink run and run away from you.
i hate when i see you like this.
Remember when i held your hand the whole way through the film, think of that.
my hot clamy fat fingers clutching onto yours.
And you can tell everybody, this is your song.
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