I know what my body is doing. Which would explain these sleepless nights.
And I can tell my heart wasn't in it. Which would explain why I drowned.
And.
It's still there. The itch I can't scratch.
And.
I don't like this (at all) about myself.
But sometimes, I don't like you.
Especially when
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Wassamatter Linchy? :)
Can I offer you a hug? :) :)
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