this is what I hate about you
your so slow
you know nothing
you bore me
i yawn
this is what i really hate about you
your stupid
your lame
your very old
i wish
this is not what you call life
i try
she tried
we died
security can only be stolen from the pain in your chest. I paint the picture with these words. I can show you something beautiful. The greyish background, bluish clouds. Casting shadows eating the fall, fog invading my lips and evading my brain. I feel my signals mixed in a misty madness of a night, we fell over a glass of wine and knew nothing of what we were.
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