There are so many words in my mouth, on the tip of my tounge, that I am so close to saying, so close to spilling over my lips, so close, but so far away. They are there, they want to come out, and I want to say them. So then what’s the problem? I wish I were more honest with people, I mean like brutally honesty. Not the "oh I like your shirt thing
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