i thought that i was bulletproof , that i was as strong as i pretended to be every morning , i thought that if i just wondered in the surfaces of myself i wouldn't have to drown on what lays inside of me , that if i always stayed close to the ground it wouldn't hurt so much to fall ... i thought and i thought , and a lot of thing i thought were wrong . sadly or gladly ? this is not about anyone or anything , this is about my self , and how i put myself down everytime i'm close to being up . see when you're too rough from the outside , it's what lays within that hurts the most . it's You and just you nothing else .
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i'm sorry
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I fell in love with words being typed just like i fell in love with the way he kisses my lips . i get drunk on words , just like i get drunk looking at his eyes
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