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I don't remember exactly how I ended up like this, I never felt like I could be someone who would do everything to be accepted by the person I like... Flirting with that person is no longer a clear and precise goal, in fact, he forces herself not to be disconcerted...
She gets out of bed only to go after that absurd cheap phone that keeps the contact that, for her, is precious. Whether there are classes or not, she still wants to talk to her...
Make up a thousand excuses so as not to lose the conversation. So pathetic.
Such a skeptical person is the last thing we needed, only to return to how ridiculous she can act, she worries too much about the smell she may have, she worries about her image. And all just to be able to please her.
You don't care about me at all, or well, to you I'm just someone else in the classroom who comes to you to entertain you.
As I walk to school, with my feet worn out... I would like to find you on my way, I don't know why.
Maybe next to you I am just a volatile being without the ability to see you with eyes of friendship because my love is even more immense, I mean nothing to you
Your friendship is just fleeting, but you deny it. You think your words are enough to calm my constant restlessness, but they're not. And that shit usually hurts more.