Change has always been hard.
My heart will always be on guard.
I trust you the way I can.
Will u be my man?
I act the most refined.
Because you’re always on my mind.
I’m always in a lost state.
Walking through my hearts gate
Head and heart in constant quarrel
All thoughts turn immoral
I find myself waiting, wishing,
Hoping you call.
To think, read, hear of you,
Or anything at all.
I’m not subtle but neither are you.
I wonder if you feel it too.
I HATE YOU
YOU MAKE ME FEEL EMOTIONS
I CANT DEAL WITH THIS
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