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check check check again slide unlock refresh clear the history pretend I never said that. Wow I’m stupid I Maybe I’m not the stupid one, maybe it’s you ******* With your ridiculous face and squiggly hair how you make me feel things and draw me in with interlocking fingers and subtle touches. I can’t I can’t I can’t my anger is coming out sweet as honey too gentle for my vicious state I’m stuck in. God **** you. I check every form of social networking waiting for you to give me a sign a little wave. Instead I get a read receipt. God **** you. God **** the four months we were glued to each other by force at first, then by choice. And now a different scenario and a different she who is much prettier than me who I’d really like to see and tell her how lucky someone is to look into your eyes, even for one dance. I know it’s unreasonable of me to have such feelings for someone so opposite. But really we’re quite the same looking for something else to blame for every ounce of pain you make me feel and you think that I’m lame.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
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check check check again slide unlock refresh clear the history pretend I never said that. Wow I’m stupid I Maybe I’m not the stupid one, maybe it’s you ******* With your ridiculous face and squiggly hair how you make me feel things and draw me in with interlocking fingers and subtle touches. I can’t I can’t I can’t my anger is coming out sweet as honey too gentle for my vicious state I’m stuck in. God **** you. I check every form of social networking waiting for you to give me a sign a little wave. Instead I get a read receipt. God **** you. God **** the four months we were glued to each other by force at first, then by choice. And now a different scenario and a different she who is much prettier than me who I’d really like to see and tell her how lucky someone is to look into your eyes, even for one dance. I know it’s unreasonable of me to have such feelings for someone so opposite. But really we’re quite the same looking for something else to blame for every ounce of pain you make me feel and you think that I’m lame.
piconico
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
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