• gothic_butterfly 5w

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    What is it with hope
    And hopeless romantics
    Life feels all antique
    We go round and round in circles
    To end up in ripples of fake
    Tryna wake , from all the hurt
    Lookin’ past the mistakes
    It all happens so fast
    Now all there is hurt
    stuck round your neck like death rope