what am i doing. who am i am. i could ask myself a million times over but what am i trying to prove? all this feeling in me and who am i trying to love, trying to feel. im a mess. one helluva hot mess trying to act like i dont want those things, but i want them - secretly ill never have them because of the front i display. i want you but i dont. i dont but i do. i want you, who the fuck am i kidding. doesnt matter who i talk to, who i try to explain it to. im a disaster trying to touchdown on you.
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