i wish i could esacape all this fake that everyone i meet seems to let consume who they could be.
i always get myself into these positions, always. i either.. don't think and find myself crying myself to sleep in your bed, with you, beside me, not a care in the world. or i become comfortable and acceptant of the thought of me opening up who i really am to someone else, to be shut down. to be thrown away, like an old toy. yeah, throw me, baby. i'm not coming back.
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