If You Don’t Read Anything Else Pt.1

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I ran out of fucks to give when I was nineteen
So stop asking me what these poems mean
Stop checking my blog for your name
I only care about myself and fame
Give a damn about you feeling the same
I’m really that guy, it’s not a game
Photoshoots with models with jealous boyfriends
Valentine’s Fall is at it again
Cranberry juice with that champagne
The fuck you know about pain
Always saying I’m not the only one
But tell me, what have you done

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