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your eyes seem to change colors and seem to be deeper than the ocean you have different laughs but my favorite is the short and breathless one you know i can’t stand country music yet you blast it through your speakers your family has dinner together every single night like the ones in the movies you always say, “yeah, um” or “the uh” when you’re thinking of what to say you workout every day for hours shaping your body into perfection you seem like a mama’s boy always trying to please and talk to her you love animals but still eat your meat your mom is always gone traveling and you pretend that you’re not sad you work hard for the grades you have but the pressure makes you feel worse your considering the army but can’t decide if it’s worth the time your hands are always rough when you touch me but it just means hard work you always look at me like i’m the only one you are able to see every time we see each other i notice more stops on your roadmap and i travel every time we laugh, cry, smile and i think it’ll be an endless vacation
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
roadmap
your eyes seem to change colors and seem to be deeper than the ocean you have different laughs but my favorite is the short and breathless one you know i can’t stand country music yet you blast it through your speakers your family has dinner together every single night like the ones in the movies you always say, “yeah, um” or “the uh” when you’re thinking of what to say you workout every day for hours shaping your body into perfection you seem like a mama’s boy always trying to please and talk to her you love animals but still eat your meat your mom is always gone traveling and you pretend that you’re not sad you work hard for the grades you have but the pressure makes you feel worse your considering the army but can’t decide if it’s worth the time your hands are always rough when you touch me but it just means hard work you always look at me like i’m the only one you are able to see every time we see each other i notice more stops on your roadmap and i travel every time we laugh, cry, smile and i think it’ll be an endless vacation
kyllava
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
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