In the end in And here we go.

  • Nov. 21, 2022, 10:04 a.m.
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Ain’t it strange
When everything you wanted
Was nothing that you wanted
In the end
Ain’t it strange
When everything you dreamt of
Was nothing that you dreamt of
In the end

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I realize how I much I have hated my self every time you left, and that hate has just piled up.


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