Sweaty palms
That's what I have as I walk around the mall.
My eyes dart everywhere, looking for anyone looking for me.
*Holy **** holy **** holy ****
I feel like a duck in water
Everything on the surface is calm and composed
But secretely I am freaking out
On the inside
I feel the uncomfortable stab of the box
I placed in my pants
To hide it from everyone
A thing for myself
I was craving it again today
And I caved in
I know that some day I'll have to repay
I can't deny
I promise I will repent
One day...
...and until then
I'll satisfy my cravings.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Sweaty palms
That's what I have as I walk around the mall.
My eyes dart everywhere, looking for anyone looking for me.
*Holy **** holy **** holy ****
I feel like a duck in water
Everything on the surface is calm and composed
But secretely I am freaking out
On the inside
I feel the uncomfortable stab of the box
I placed in my pants
To hide it from everyone
A thing for myself
I was craving it again today
And I caved in
I know that some day I'll have to repay
I can't deny
I promise I will repent
One day...
...and until then
I'll satisfy my cravings.
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