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Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be happy as I am. And I wake up each day and make their worst fears come true. PS. I hope you’re happy.
Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be happy as I am.
And I wake up each day and make their worst fears come true.
PS.
I hope you’re happy.
(Source: officialiwrotethisforyou, via conflictingheart)