Wrap me around so I won't let go. You are a piece I don't want to be added in my growing list of missed opportunities. Hold on, please, will you?
I've been alone all my life. Typical life of an only child. What I know is how to please myself, create and define my own happiness. My happiness is others' sadness. That's where I find the beauty in everything. It is always a mystery of how that sadness tastes euphoric to me. Could it be real? Or it's just a feeling?
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