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Dear Warm Hands, once again it's only me with confusion strangelling and you slide right by with your innocent attentions. All I ask is for you to be true but not even that can you do. How you bring me down just to build me up for the thousand time. The pain of not knowing is so much more algetic than the truth you keep hiding from me. Stab me open with your knifesharp eyes and leave me nauseously hoping for us to be we. No longer can I hide that this affects me in a way I did'nt expect but on the other hand what did I expect from you? Blinded by the sun and the clouds that could'nt leave me be. While I'm in the middle of this mess I can't see clearly cause here is too much love and hate and that's what I feed myself with since food just don't cut it. You can start by counting me out cause if you don't want it all then just go, go, go, go. After all that's what you do best.
Annons