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i looked, it was gone. are you hiding? do you not want me to know? are there little things? you were so quick to erase. is it my mind? is it my scars? is it my anger? do i scare you? it's not fair what i do to myself, it's not fair what you do to me, it's not fair what i then do back; the uncontrollable hurt takes over, and you're petting my vicious all at once. is it perfect? and am i crazy for thinking it's not? is it the "unsatistfied" i've been draggin along still to this day, because of a lost love who tore out my heart a long time ago? and did you ever really have it anyway? and does the fact alone of me not knowing that (it's been almost two years with you, and i still havent figured out my insides) make me crazy?
will you be there for me through ever little second of everything?
will i for you?
geezlouise.
it's all the unkowing that twists me, and what the fuck am i doing writing on this shit.
will you be there for me through ever little second of everything?
will i for you?
geezlouise.
it's all the unkowing that twists me, and what the fuck am i doing writing on this shit.