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Come on in, i'm already disturbed.
Adeeba.
Call me Dobby. Fifteen years closer to death. From Psychoville, in England. Potterhead until the fucking end. I love reading, black coffee and rain. I adore Kurt Cobain. I like poems, sarcasm and death. I probably hate you. Average teenager who hates herself.
What more do you need to know?
Come on in, i'm already disturbed.
Adeeba.
Call me Dobby. Fifteen years closer to death. From Psychoville, in England. Potterhead until the fucking end. I love reading, black coffee and rain. I adore Kurt Cobain. I like poems, sarcasm and death. I probably hate you. Average teenager who hates herself.
What more do you need to know?
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Nothing, right?
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She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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I’m always scared that time will destroys us and you’ll meet someone perfect who’s pretty, funny, adventurous, outgoing, great and better than me and you’ll love her forever and forget about me.
That’s stupid as hell, but it’s true. I know I don’t deserve you but I want you.
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