“I don’t want to be here anymore, I know there’s nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I’ve endured. See, I don’t think I can fight this anymore, I’m listening with one foot out the door But something has to die to be reborn, And I don’t want to be here… anymore. The point where we break Gets closer every day But where do we go? But where do we go?”
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Hidden Charms

The pictures that were floating in the background this month.