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Sappy weirdos

I know you know what I'm thinking:

 

Virgins

Trashbag intentions

Looking through

Under your gaze,

Everything's changed

 

Night terrors

Angsty, sappy

Charades

 

All of the synonymous truths

 

The ****** counterparts

That have always been

Somewhat in conjunction

 

But generally speaking

I have my self doubt

I'm afraid I'll miss out

 

Or maybe fool myself forever

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hannah-elisabeth-johnston
American
Published
Nov 1, 2017
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