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i'm molly and when i grow up i want to have an academy award. at least two.
there's nothing to grab and
that's all i want to hold on to.
just another sweep and it'll be fine
but this carpets got hills
and i can't see this helping at all.
this isn't how it was supposed to be. and no one's saying what i want them to say. and i can't be mad at anyone. but i want to be. i want to be mad at everyone. but i can't be because that's not fair. now is it? but how the fuck is this fair? huh?