Oct 2015
Now that you know
What goes on in my head
I feel like touching you
Is electric.
People don't usually
Care to notice
My mind
But you do,
And it's that good kind
Of terrifying.
What goes on in my head
I feel like touching you
Is electric.
People don't usually
Care to notice
My mind
But you do,
And it's that good kind
Of terrifying.
(In my bubble)
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