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You don't know what it is to pick yourself up from this - to gather strength, move on.
You don't know what it is to cure the cancer that eats at your heart - because the way you're treating it - is the same fucking way it got there to begin with.
You don't know what it takes - to lay it on the line, to risk, to run.

You don't know.

+ I'm the stupid wounded girl, with the stupid wounded heart, that lay it all down, that chose not to fight, for once. That chose - instead of being chosen.


+ I guess, in the end - baby, if I'm stupid, then you're just bad for business.