own language.
you have this weird language. where in. . . you always say something opposite. you told me you love me, but you don't want to be with me. you have this own language no one can understand. you're weird as your language—it's mixed signals, i can't keep up.
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beau
Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
