Wednesday, September 28, 2011

My shirt smells like you....

Spending the evening with you was amazing and so much fucking fun.
I cant stop smelling the shirt I was wearing, it smells like you.
I thought I could remain just outside of this, but now I feel like my heart is being pulled in.
I am pissed off at you for making me like you.

I still hate you.

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