She's still thinking, such a silly girl. No drugs, no drinks. She's just thinking. Why does she want to know the truth?, remember the past? Fantasies are like memories, aren't they? Weird stuff in your head that can't make you feel better. Live the present, but in a lie. It's the best think you can have now, your dress is still beautiful, your face is still pink, and your smile is as charmy as it always was.
Stop crying, little girl. Stop crying and dance, dance until you drop dead. Live in a party everyday, so you'll be young forever. Forget love with a fire whisky. And leave it all behind~
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