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I have no idea why you drive me insane I suppose it’s the way your eyes light up when you talk about your interests or the way you write your name in cursive maybe even how you tuck your hair behind your ears when your nervous I could always tell I can’t seem to find why you have me looking at you all the time perhaps its the way you put words into art or where were alone in a room and you smile at me even the way your black converse are ripped up like mine I have not answered the question on why I only want you sometimes I think it’s your shirts you cut off the shoulder or the way your voice cracks when your scared of someone or your pencil case with notes covering the highlighters somehow I can’t remember why I looked at you in the first place or why you seem so special in my eyes maybe it’s when I saw your scars and I realized I wasn’t alone or maybe it’s when I saw you in the library without a lunch on your phone crying just like me or perhaps it’s the way I feel as if I’m looking into a mirror on a reflection of myself and there’s another person maybe looking at me and thinking the same;
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
insane
I have no idea why you drive me insane I suppose it’s the way your eyes light up when you talk about your interests or the way you write your name in cursive maybe even how you tuck your hair behind your ears when your nervous I could always tell I can’t seem to find why you have me looking at you all the time perhaps its the way you put words into art or where were alone in a room and you smile at me even the way your black converse are ripped up like mine I have not answered the question on why I only want you sometimes I think it’s your shirts you cut off the shoulder or the way your voice cracks when your scared of someone or your pencil case with notes covering the highlighters somehow I can’t remember why I looked at you in the first place or why you seem so special in my eyes maybe it’s when I saw your scars and I realized I wasn’t alone or maybe it’s when I saw you in the library without a lunch on your phone crying just like me or perhaps it’s the way I feel as if I’m looking into a mirror on a reflection of myself and there’s another person maybe looking at me and thinking the same;
you know when you see that one person and you don’t know them and you just stare?
#insane
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F/in your walls
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
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