I wanted to say this
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Can anyone see past the layers of skin. Between the muscles and skull. I have a heart. One that hurts when its in pain, one that skips beats when I know I love someone. One that's been broken, fixed, then broken once again.
I’ve spent my life comparing my behind the scenes with your highlight wheel.
Taught you got all the boys because you were the prettiest,
I didn’t fit in with your crew but you spared some time for me,
