Then I give you nothing. I keep the millions of me that make me, me. I keep my moments without thought of you because to think of you makes you strong (and I will make you weak). I keep and declare my right to give you nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
out of the ash
she can't act / she can't sing / she can't dance / a triple threat
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