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if my skin was see-thru, you'd be able to find all the panicked imperfections that inhabit my mind everytime i see you,
and i scramble for words, they don't come up or they come out kind of absurd.i have to wonder what is it you saw
that late summer night, or spring, I can't recall, when i was brave enough to exchange numerics. i must have quite looked reasonably pathetic.
this time i know i'm in trouble (even after all this time am I that desperate?) you've given me another reason to asphysxiate. (karma keeping me in line, am I that desperate?) and i'm right on my bed side with my cellphone (i'm going out of my mind, am I that desperate?) waiting for a vibration i might not be able to take if it came, while outside, the rain gives this town a color kind of like the one of a wasteland (i came to a conclusion, i may not be that desperate, but just lonely enough to be disparate)
i didn't call you at all. you didn't call me at all. at all. (outside a pressure's building strong. this weather could make anyone give up. like a cold compress for an aching mind, i'm slowly being left behind.)
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