i'll never know exactly what it is that i want.
i'll never be pretty enough.
i'll never be tall enough or skinny enough.
you won't hear from me as often as you'd like.
i'll ignore your calls.
i cry way too often.
i've got big dreams that won't happen.
i'll always be battling a broken heart.
and then i'll die, and leave you all alone here.
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