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stop fucking playing. that would have been the world to others. try, fail, learn, move on, succeed. But I've got a plan Why don't you be the artist And make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer Decide the words I say? Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask Won't you try to help me? -The Writer, Ellie Goulding For you.
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