- For the ghosts in your heart.
- Laughing madly, running and smiling as the long grass licks your heels.
- Fuck songs.
- I mean, it probably won’t kill you.
- Fear can eat my dick.
- I’d have more friends if I wasn’t under this blanket always.
This is a thing Brandon uses to fuel his own heart ghosts and sometimes they make him write.
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