i can't help it.
but u're reali one hella thick skin bitch.
i gotta bite my lip to control my tongue from slipping.
please get outta my sight, will u ?

my mind's a blank.
how many,
just how many,
of u,
reali noe wad my smile means ?
(:

words,
don't lead to contracts.
actions,
don't lead to promises.

i wanna laugh.

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