here i am worrying about this shit.
do you like me enough?
am i attractive to you?
will you suck my cock?
will you make out with me too?
and you're like:
im worried for our lives
im worried for the life we've made
this thing can take our lives
in an instant
and you're acting like a babe.
it sounds trivial i know.
but for some reason
its hard letting go.
letting go of false truths.
the things i lead myself believing
so scared that you'll believe it too.
here i am worrying. about you
but here you are caring for me.
loving me, like you always do.
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