Don't know how many more times I've to say I'm not okay, You give me silence... Silence... And touches, and I don't want touches, I want ******* words!
You don't stop asking what's wrong I speak my heart, and then comes silence... Silence... And the touches... Like, go **** yourself!
I am ******* tired, and in need of meaningful conversations.
I'm fading baby, I'm fading...
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I'm sorry, this is becoming, more and more like a diary. I want to have a clear head, but it's getting hard. I'm sorry.