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Can I borrow a little bit of your time? Just a couple of minutes, for you to be mine… Then after, I’ll be out and gone. You see, I feel a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I can’t explain though I know it’s there. I know it’s real but I can’t prove it yet. Well, you may not understand but I, I’ve been thinking ’bout you and I- maybe exaggerating but I think there’s a little bit of me that… I don’t know, how to phrase it. It hasn’t left my lips but already it tastes a whole lot more absurd than just thinking about it. And I’m afraid it might seem off, awkward, and out of place. Still, I think that I’m… …not really sure why I’m telling you things, This little bit of feeling I myself am unable to admit to my own… I just can no longer keep this inside and I feel like this is the right time, so… If this isn’t making any sense to you, it’s because it’s not making sense to me either. …so, what am I doing here? talking, blabbering, stuttering , wasting both our time, trying to tell you a secret I have yet to discover. I know, I know I haven’t thought about this well, sounding crazy and out of my mind… I’ve lost all my senses, fallen off my feet, swallowed up my pride, like a drunkard with my phone on my hand with your number as a recipient and still I- can’t tell you that I… I, uh- uhm, I think I ah, I am… hmm I am Oh I am… There goes my time… Over. Why can’t I bring myself to say that I’m in… You know what? My chance’s done anyway, I’ll try better next time, If there is such.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
A Confession
Can I borrow a little bit of your time? Just a couple of minutes, for you to be mine… Then after, I’ll be out and gone. You see, I feel a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I can’t explain though I know it’s there. I know it’s real but I can’t prove it yet. Well, you may not understand but I, I’ve been thinking ’bout you and I- maybe exaggerating but I think there’s a little bit of me that… I don’t know, how to phrase it. It hasn’t left my lips but already it tastes a whole lot more absurd than just thinking about it. And I’m afraid it might seem off, awkward, and out of place. Still, I think that I’m… …not really sure why I’m telling you things, This little bit of feeling I myself am unable to admit to my own… I just can no longer keep this inside and I feel like this is the right time, so… If this isn’t making any sense to you, it’s because it’s not making sense to me either. …so, what am I doing here? talking, blabbering, stuttering , wasting both our time, trying to tell you a secret I have yet to discover. I know, I know I haven’t thought about this well, sounding crazy and out of my mind… I’ve lost all my senses, fallen off my feet, swallowed up my pride, like a drunkard with my phone on my hand with your number as a recipient and still I- can’t tell you that I… I, uh- uhm, I think I ah, I am… hmm I am Oh I am… There goes my time… Over. Why can’t I bring myself to say that I’m in… You know what? My chance’s done anyway, I’ll try better next time, If there is such.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
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