last night i sat outside on my front steps&counted all the stars
thousand thoughts of you made me want to slit my throat&send you all the scars
i still feel your eyes burning holes lap
clever lines and smooth moves are exactly what i lack
the sound of your voice remains constantly in my head
times like theses im kinda wishin i was dead
you're my
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what the fuck is going on here
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right. so. i don't know. sorry for my mood swings.
hassan ramadan
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