be bad, be mine.
honestly, there are just so many thoughts in my head.
probably that is why i prefer staying in bed instead. lol.
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i mean, i cant recall why of all the things in the world,
i put all my stakes on love, as something worthy for me.
never being an excessively loving type, that only type,
which is never too good to be a marriage material, hm.

yet, here we are all over again in our head in the clouds.)
the analogy is not good enough, i would probably use the
term in our head in a hell instead. well, always for those who.

keep hearing you, calling my name.
keep hearing you, begging for forgiveness from a stone.
even in my dreams. how even you are able to find me?
keep hearing you calling my phone in my dreams too? w

i dont know, love.
why of all the things in the world i want you. only.
it does not even matter, you keep bribing me out. (www)
there is no thing in this world as well that would make me
come back to you if i never felt this way. just felt this way.

and oh, how i do. the problem is, every other day three times
a week i remember that some part of me keeps that definite
feeling, close to pride, offense, hatred, loneliness and revenge.
in a mix towards you, twenty minutes each. and i fight it all.

again. back into love, back into one.
...
do i love you?
do i?

my dear queen, let it go already.
it is about time, we actually out an end to this defined mess.
no matter how you can adore me or hate me, guys.
i should admit, there is a definite limit even to my maddness.

gonna put myself together and fucking surrender already.
to the love, to that someone, to the time, to the eternity, to the ponies.
whatever.

merry go round a couple of more times.

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