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He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket. Everything felt like a headache to the boy. Every face, every stupid stuttered sentence all wrapped up into the biggest headache ever. So the boy took an aspirin. And another and another and then went to sleep, lullabyed by hopes he would never wake up to.Pete Wentz
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He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.Pete Wentz
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First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.Pete Wentz
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The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.Pete Wentz
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He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.Pete Wentz
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He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.Pete Wentz