Space Are you okay?
'Cause you're the one who left me alone
And now I'm doing fine
But you would rather see me hurt and cry
But Are you okay?
You're acting like i didnt care
And finally I can sleep at night
Yor making me lose my mind
you scared of love
but u left and acted all sus
Now how am I supposed to open up?
When you were so good at pushing me away
You're up and down, I'm crying out
You ripped my heart and took it all awau
And then I had to go and pick it up
And act like I didn't give a fu ck
You called up my phone like 20 times

But are you okay?
'Cause you're the one who left me torn
now finally I'm doing fine
You would rather see me hurt and cry
Are you okay?
You're acting like i never changed
finally I can sleep at night
Ur making me lose my mind
You called my friends, you called my mom
You begged for help to get me back
But they never liked you anyways
You made me feel so dam n alone like why u love but go out with them
now you got so much to say
Don't got time to listen to your lies
You called up my phone 2o time
you thought i would come back to u in a heartbeat
But Are you okay?

That was honestly beautiful. Bravo mate

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OwO nice song Uwu

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XOXO

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the printing press made a huge difference in the arts and crafts movement.

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.