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May 2016
Walking through the forest in a dream-like trance.
And you're on my mind,
And you're always there.
Using my hands to feel my way through the leaves and bushes and branches.
I'm sorry I'm always like this,
Believe me, I try not to be.
And you're in my head, most of the time.
Other times I tell myself off for being so dumb.
I tread softly, speak softly, almost disappear, I don't deserve to be here.
In this place, too good for a thing like me.
I move my arms as I dance alone and imagine you with me.
Don't talk to me, I'm tired of always doing this.
I'm exhausted, falling for you like I always do.

Just take my hand and tell me everything will be okay.
I don't care if you lie.
Just speak softly, don't break me, I'm not sure how much more my fragile body can take.
Smol bean
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Smol bean
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   Jocie, Ariel Baptista and cgembry
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