when you’re gone,
i miss you.
when you’re here,
i’m too nervous to be myself.
when you’re gone,
i have confidence.
when you’re here,
i hide in my shell.
isn’t it ironic?
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
when you’re gone,
i miss you.
when you’re here,
i’m too nervous to be myself.
when you’re gone,
i have confidence.
when you’re here,
i hide in my shell.
isn’t it ironic?
sorry i haven’t been active as much i’ve had a busy life lately
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