Why is it that we always make the wrong choice?
The wrong t-shirt, wrong lipstick, wrong guy, wrong drink...
I know mistakes humanize us but do we really have to go through all of these in order to be called human beings?
Because right now, i'm really good at messing things up which, i think, makes a hell of a human out of me.
So thank you, Sir, for making me so incredibly human.
If that's how you call those naive, insecure, basically stupid people nowadays.
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There'll be none of him no more, I cried for you on the kitchen floor..
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