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I wrote some words the other day, and they all came out like the kids I fking hate. I came to burn any tried and true bridge you build in front of me. This is what I do, it's what i've always done. Maybe it's just me? Maybe you're fking right. These friendships don't mean anything. They never fking last, we never fking win. Twenty-five years, and i've never seen one make it through. fck your broken hearts, fk your broken razors. fck your same old tunes about the girl who was never there. Regret is for the ones I know, the ones who thought that I'd change someday. So when their close ties all become a noose, and their dreams all hit the fking dirt, I told them keep fking walking.