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1. it is so easy to become someone you aren't in a room full of people who will hang on to your every word bate their breath and then laugh at the right moments it is so easy to pretend for a few minutes that you are charming, witty, and likable 2. your skylight is full of sun even when it's dark out your skylight, it glows and the constellations are as far away as you sleeping next to me i lie, petrified of touching you should you pull away 3. why couldn't i be this charismatic with the people you know? it seems, at your house i never start a conversation 4. even simply liking you is touch and go do or die i don't know time may lie still, the clock would stop ticking and i would sit alone in space tonight 5. sometimes without meaning to i block out sound my ears simply filter out the voice or sound i do not want to hear so i'm beginning to wonder if i skimped on the details 6. do you find this a suitable noose to **** me by -to myself who never stops pining after something to bring her grace
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
charisma
1. it is so easy to become someone you aren't in a room full of people who will hang on to your every word bate their breath and then laugh at the right moments it is so easy to pretend for a few minutes that you are charming, witty, and likable 2. your skylight is full of sun even when it's dark out your skylight, it glows and the constellations are as far away as you sleeping next to me i lie, petrified of touching you should you pull away 3. why couldn't i be this charismatic with the people you know? it seems, at your house i never start a conversation 4. even simply liking you is touch and go do or die i don't know time may lie still, the clock would stop ticking and i would sit alone in space tonight 5. sometimes without meaning to i block out sound my ears simply filter out the voice or sound i do not want to hear so i'm beginning to wonder if i skimped on the details 6. do you find this a suitable noose to **** me by -to myself who never stops pining after something to bring her grace
xanadu
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
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