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Sep 28
Getting up is hard.
When you're always turning me off.

Switch board esthetic.

My blood flows south.
As soon as you leave the room.

Faking it.
Till I make it.
While the whole time I'm pretending you're someone else.

Bedroom eyes,
can only get you so far.
You can be anyone when the lighting's just right.

I'll give you any personality you'd like.
After all.

I'm a chimera,
it's how we roll.
Written by
Sacrelicious  27/M/Hell
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