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I can't shake this feeling from my head: there's a devil sleeping in my bed. He's watching you, from across the way. I cannot make this feeling go away. I know it's not the right thing, and I know its not the good thing...
But kinda, I want to.
I'm not sure of what I should do, when everything I'm thinking of is you. All of my excuses turn to lies. Maybe God will cover up his eyes...
Kinda, I want to...
Maybe... just for tonight, we can pretend it's alright. What's the price I pay? I dont care what they say...
I want to.
My face hurts. Jesus, how did he manage that? What the fuck is going in this place? What the fuck is going on with him? Why can't I just hate like a normal person hates? What the fuck is wrong with me?
If one more person stares at the bruises, I swear I'm going to give them some of their own to stare at.