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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Friday, August 22, 2008
Josephine Bracken and collapsing on the bathroom floor.

Who hasn't collapsed on the bathroom floor? Not the prettiest nights of my life. This did not happen recently. But something tells me it'll be soon.
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I always wanted to be a stepford wife. I wanted to marry a freemason. I wanted to be Josephine Bracken.
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[Note to Self: Yours isn't the first heartbreak in the world.]