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I sometimes google what you mean. The results of my analysis of the words prove to send me more confused. I over think things, and people may not read this but I don’t want things to be unpleasant between me and you. I’m confused, I’m always looking for answers, but I’m worried I’m looking where there isn’t any, but maybe no message is a message.
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Butterflies in Hot Pink
I feel butterflies in my stomach sink, I see butterflies in hot pink.
It’s just a cheap trick, fluttering till I’m sick.
How am I surviving on such bad instinct ?
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I am listening to music, alone
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It’s Not Real
Forever is a really long time, to feel as though you’ve committed a crime.
I never think before I relinquish my pain. It always leaves a stain on you.
I keep reminding myself it’s all in my head, because it’s just easier that way.
Like how I hear people chatting in my ears, or how I see images on the walls.
It’s not real.
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I shouldn’t of done what I did
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