I have this twitch in the corner of my left eye, I feel like everyone can see it, but no one really can Maybe its because I'm so stressed stressed about school, life, or the dreams I keep having about you walking in front of my house, passing me like you don't know me. I think everyone was right about me. I am a blue-eyed bitch that can't sing, but I can play one song on the guitar, that you taught me, so why should I play it? Anyway, all those stories about me, they are true. I could have told you that. I'm so fucking cold. Even under the covers, my maroon toes are like ice. Sort of like you.
Reason for writing:
I am still very bitter...
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