Electricity, eye to eye. Hey don't I know you? I can't speak. Strip my senses on the spot, I've never been defenseless, I can't even make sense of this. You speak and I don't hear a word. ( continue.. )
ok. again. you cannot. i CANNOT. all or any of it.
pretend as nothing happened. no click in the head. everything is the same as the first day you met him < nice to meet you nice to meet you too > handshake. cute cute. yeah sure. not that i really do care
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no way. i DO NOT fancy him. i CANNOT. i fuckin know hes so gorgeous to be true, so fuckin PERFECT. thats why i cant. nothing perfect can come up to me and say << oh hi are you up for a joint >> no FUCKIN way. and even when you show up in your boxers pjs whatever and almost naked and sweaty just back from the gym i will say << no thank you very
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my horoscope for this week said something like.. you put zee end on everything, and you start from scratch all over again.. youve been angry and you wont allow to the irrationality to stand on your way anymore and ruind your plans.. also in work, you gotta get over the disappointment, and also pay for your own mistakes [already did].. in love you
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i dreamt La Merda, his royal shitness mister Mattia Montesano. as a cat! we were at his place cuddlin and stuff and every time his mother would enter the room he would execute this metamorphosis and become this black furry cat. perverted. love(r)able. rrrrr prrrrr...
anyways wtf is this supposed to mean im still trying to figure out.