neh..
It Feels So Weird.When I Feel This Way.
Its Like Uncertainty.
And Its Here To Stay.
Do I Love You?
What Do I Feel?
My Feelings...
Are They Fake Or Real.
I Mean, You Rarely Talk To Me.
Anymore..
I Always Got a Text..
An Hour Past 4..
I Would Always Wait.
So Anxious To Talk To You.
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