I Don't Love You I'm Just Passing the Time

[inuevans]

The second cigarette never feels as good. Staring at a moon that I'm exactly sure is full or not. We've been through all of these problems before. I explain so blatantly. You can't explain things like this to people who've never felt the rationale. I still can't believe that no one has read my poem.

I'm not in love. I just feel toxic infatuation. It's sad really. Lovely people...have never done anything for this little world.

And now as simple as this exert was...sleep is necessary. Yes sleep is necessary.