Don't you dare 'Why-doesn't-she-contact-these-days' me Start asking yourself "Did you ever do again?"
Static.
I just want you to care because you never seem to care anymore or maybe you just don't want to show it so that you stop showing me th...
Thing with Anxiety
The thing with anxiety is not that I need to know that I'm loved every time. The thing with anxiety is I need someone to make us at lea...
My Heart Shrinks Every Time I See You
Maybe it's because I'm fully aware of my feelings toward you That I love you absurdly, unexplainably so much, so deep My heart i...
Rain.
Good thing about rain Isn't that it would wash away the pain But rather it cry together with you So you don't have to be alone...
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self-written,
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