go fuck yourself.

i am different.

one two three.

i just want to feel good.

and i do.
oh i do.

give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap.
no looking back.

i choose you.

i feel a little uneasy.

whenever i hear one of those songs, i get a little anxious.
a little nervous.
and i want to forget that i am actually really happy now.

maybe i am lying to myself.
and for that, i am sorry.

and you you you.
what can i say?
not too much.
other than: 
i miss you.

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