The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes.
"And when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me I'm sorry with a straight face?"
"These are my thoughts written down...it's my only saviour from not saying what I want to say. These are the thoughts that are on my mind. Moments that haven't yet been defined, and I don't know if you could ever understand. These are the things I can't say when we're alone"
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