"Drop that phone,
sleep on the floor,
dream about me."
I had that dream again.
So many people say they're in love. So many people exploit love, prostitute love for something it has never been, something that it will never fucking be. Love is a hoax, so please move on & forget all the words that have been whispered in your ear. It's for dreamers and sinners and liars and losers.
But I know you, even if I don't know you. You'll keep selling your Hallmark cards, keep signing your Hallmark cards, but not so deep down, you know. You've always known.
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