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when i get nervous, i talk, it's like a waterfall spilling out of my mouth. i say things that i don't even mean or agree with, and in my head i think, i don't even think that's true. that's only sometimes, only sometimes i do that. i like black sheets, in your black sheets i got lost and fell asleep for what seemed like months, but when i woke up and looked at the clock it was only a few minutes. you took my hand, and giggled at the fact they they are so damn small. my eyelids couldn't open, they were held down with weights (i guess that's what you get for a night with no sleeping, just staring). i want to forget about you, throw you away in the trash can, flush you down the drain, but i know if i were to meet you again this would all repeat itself.