It's painful but, I will say, I have nothing to say
Love doesn't seem to make me happy
it causes pain, it's real pain
when it's delivered unproperly
It is very difficult because
intelligent love seeks media
I don't give intelligence time to meet
He is so direct and I am so indirect
I fear even walls when I write out this
I am so secretive
I feel negative vibes after each silence with him
But my throat shuts me up
I laugh in grief
But I decided not to anymore
I am making them also sad
he and his...
Think what is this
I am mad of course
But I know it's okay
but time!
I know it sucks
But today I realised the beats of my
beating hard or thinking hard about what to say
I noticed for the first,
But he doesn't pressurise
gives respect in doubt
but I am sorry
for the time I have wasted for myself and others
I do believe in myself
but I have starting trouble
I am in another house in a dark room alone writing things, which I have only written in light shinning through my room from morning to evening
Yeah I am gonna say that, He gives a hint eyebrow rays tell whatever he wants to but no use
it's not worth it with me
I want complete attention when I speak
for me everything is indirect, for him it's direct
Yeah, I am gonna say sorry
Promise them I won't repeat
I am so confident in giving speech and have high self-esteem
But love, fear of opening up changes everything
everything
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