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My brains been racin trying to illuminate this  distribution of what feels like corn flakes but **** I'm God damn bored mate, nothing to do do but eat  **** and talk with you seems as if there's nothing new since the silence is deafening and sets in every day on cue. I don't hold it against you cause that's totally on me not on you but what if we approached this all confident and smooth, like the first words out of your mouth when I first talked to you. Tall handsome and cute, who would wanna  **** the  **** outta you, hence why some times my mind boards down slope lines and can't find the time to rewind calm my  and Com back to the situation redefined, I know a lot of  been on both our minds combined, it's wild. But all the while both tryna keep those inner smiles on the out side, says a lot more about us staying than running away to ****  faces. But that's a different conversation. I'm here with the realization things are tough and we're not on vacation, but maybe it's fate or some situation that bring us to that perfect relation, that should saving hallelujah incantation persuasion.

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