Give me lust baby.
Flash.
Give me malice.
Flash.
Give me detached existentialist ennui.
Flash.
Give me rampant intellucalism as a coping mechanism.
Flash.
Give me sympathy.
Flash.
Give me brutal honesty.
Flash.
Give me attention.
Flash.
Give me adoration.
Flash.
Give me a break.
Flash.
Give me pity.
Flash.
Give me another chance.
Flash.
Give me wonder, baby.
Flash.
Give me amazement.
Flash.
Give me joy. Give me fun. Give me love.
Flash.
Give me patience.
Flash.
Give me control.
Flash.
Give me romance.
Flash.
Give me denial.
Flash.
Give me tolerance.
Flash.
Give me understanding.
Flash.
Give me amnesia.
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Give me new parents.
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Give me control. Give me calm. Give me restraint.
Flash.
Give me peace.
Flash.
Give me release.
Flash.
Give me homesickness.
Flash.
Give me nostaligci childhood yearnings.
Flash.
Give me pity.
Flash.
Give me empathy.
Flash.
Give me a voice.
Flash.
Give me a face.
Flash.
Give me clarity. Give me reasons. Give me anwers.
Flash.
Give me any sense of control.
Flash.
Give me terror.
Flash.
Give me denial. Give me ignorance.
Flash.
Give me a new start.
Flash.
Give me courage.
Flash.
Give me tolerance.
Flash.
Give me wisdom.
Flash.
Give me anger.
Flash.
Give me vengeance.
Flash.
Give me total and complete justified retribution.
Flash.
Give me courage.
Flash.
Give me heart.
Flash.
Give me passion.
Flash.
Give me joy.
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Give me youth and energy and innocence and beauty.
Flash.
Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.
Flash.
Just give me my first opportunity.
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Give me attention.
Flash.
Give me beauty.
Flash.
Give me peace and happiness a loving relationship and a perfect home.
Flash.
Give me emotional whining bullshit.
Flash.
Give me self-absorbed egocentric babble.
Flash.
Give me terror.
Flash.
Give me panic.
Flash.
Give me a complete late-stage revision of my adult life.
Flash.
Give me anything in this whole f*cking world that is exactly what it
looks like.
Flash.