so strong with ur bulging muscles so aggressive with every fist u make u try to put on a big bad front but i see thru u like glass I peer into ur being and see the passive and soft soul that rests inside ur outside is hardened only to protect the vulnerable within I let u go on with ur bravado but with every glance u make my way u know i've figured u out go ahead and fight i know how defenseless u really are talk ur bullshit i know what has really happened u tell it with ur eyes ur expertise on guns is really a scapegoat for ur lack of self confidence the gun represents what u want to be something hard,steel cold and unbreakable something to be feared which is what ur definetly not I know u like the back of my hand more than u think i can read u like a book a book written in bold black ink
Reason for writing:
a guy at school ,this is what i THINK is really goin on with him,i guess u could say its the typical highschool guy i dunno but theres my attempt,im sure i'll prolly try agian :)
Birth sign: Libra
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