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Yes I do feel bad for that girl and for you because you were handed one of life's good ole fucked up predicaments. And each time you looked at me and said "fuck, don't let me. don't let me fuck up" I slipped further down into the impossible. And yes, I am scared to hold your hand in the mall, to call you on the phone, and no I am not. I am not afraid to let you kiss the crevice between my stomach and hipbones that's oh so insatiable. You see it's fun being a bad girl, kissing your neck while you're on the phone with her, I know I know it makes me crazy flawed and I wish human desire wasn't so complicated no I don't I think it's perfect to want something you can't have. I can't have you but I definitely did, first in my mind and then things came to life but know I wasn't planning it.
Somewhere I have buried my sensibility under my skin and I am so tired of thinking, I've never felt I was sleeping under these sentimental ideals but damn I'm learning quickly. Shit happens.
Somewhere I have buried my sensibility under my skin and I am so tired of thinking, I've never felt I was sleeping under these sentimental ideals but damn I'm learning quickly. Shit happens.