And is it the uneven breaths
Or the way your hands shake
Because I know there's something wrong
God don't even try to tell me you haven't cried yourself to sleep every night for the past week..
See darling
You're not fooling me
When you say good night
But mean goodbye
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sick of the pretentious happenings at my school.. would love to chat with someone //
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