Take some sleeping pills and mix them with rum, lay on you're bed and let the fun start.

Hear that?....
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Thats the sound of no one caring that I just pulled a trigger that released a bullet into my broken heart.

You cant spell funeral with-out fun.

You cant fix me.....My heart is to broken to ever repair or replace.

I dont know which fact is more painful...The fact that no one loves/cares about me or the fact that I care about people that love hurting me.