We've both got a million bad habits we don't tell anyone.
Not sleeping is one.
The nightmares that keep us from sleeping is another one.
When we're not holding hands, you snap your fingers.
I snap my fingers.
You rip those nasty skin next to your nails with your teeth.
I chew on my knuckles.
You put your hands between your thighs.
I use my fingers to tap on stuff.
When I'm frustrated, I hurt myself.
I punch the wall.
I punch myself.
You bite your lip.
I bite my lip.
We bite our lips until we bleed.
Maybe one day we can calm our lips down the same way we calm down our hands.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
We've both got a million bad habits we don't tell anyone.
Not sleeping is one.
The nightmares that keep us from sleeping is another one.
When we're not holding hands, you snap your fingers.
I snap my fingers.
You rip those nasty skin next to your nails with your teeth.
I chew on my knuckles.
You put your hands between your thighs.
I use my fingers to tap on stuff.
When I'm frustrated, I hurt myself.
I punch the wall.
I punch myself.
You bite your lip.
I bite my lip.
We bite our lips until we bleed.
Maybe one day we can calm our lips down the same way we calm down our hands.
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