When removed, they return randomly inside
Flaring up and fading like fireflies at dusk.
Sooner or later we all find out the truth.
That maybe we weren't really loved.
Maybe we were tolerated
A regular repository for semen.
Nobody's perfect, eh?
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I remember how the arms of love make all the small pains disappear.
When removed, they return randomly inside Flaring up and fading like fireflies at dusk. Sooner or later we all find out the truth. That maybe we weren't really loved. Maybe we were tolerated A regular repository for semen. Nobody's perfect, eh?
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It's not the thought that counts
It's the action Ask anyone Your Dad Dr. Phil Oprah Winfrey You can pack your bags And never leave the house Study an old Rand McNally Road Atlas Picture a life You don't have the courage to live Kiss your pillow and avoid the girl Have a shot of whiskey Promise to try again tomorrow But it only takes one small move A little targeted effort To set a new course To loosen a knot To back out of a dead end a lot has changed in 5 years
and i want to tell you everything everything i know everything i knew but now that i have your ear it doesn't matter what you wanted
what i wanted how close is close enough can i sleep with you and your dog in tear soaked sheets i didn't plan to cry today or reminisce about sweet suffocation everything is relative to the suffering of Taylor Swift When it’s real it’s too real
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