Aug 2013
It’s only two eyes and two lips,
I tell myself.
She’s part of your past, stop worrying,
I lie.
Look the other way and it won’t hurt,*
Ouch.
I tell myself.
She’s part of your past, stop worrying,
I lie.
Look the other way and it won’t hurt,*
Ouch.
(21/M/Salt Lake City)
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