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T O M B O Y [tom-boi]-Is a girl who exhibits characteristics or behaviors considered typical of a boy, including wearing masculine clothing and engaging in games and activities that are physical in nature and are considered in many cultur...
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Your bad for me I clearly get it, I don't see how something good could come from loving you
The death of me must be your mission
Cause with every hug and kiss you're snatching every bit of strength
That I'm gon' need to fight off the inevitable
And it's breakin' situation I'm up in, I can't control
You're just like poison , slowly moving through my system breaking all of my defenses with time
You're just like poison and I just don't get it
How can something so deadly feel so right?
I'm not sure what to do it's catch 22
Cause the cure is found in you, I don't want it but I do
You're just like poison
My affliction, I'm addicted, I can't lie
Kiss me one more time before I die
You ain't right take me high
Then that high it subsides
And then my body flatlines
Then you come to revive
Wait wait wait I'm alive
But how long will it last
Will it all come crashing down?
How many doses am I needing now?
What's the prognosis will you be around?
Or am I just another victim of an assassin that broke my heart down
She sang the song softly as she laid still on the queen-sized mattress with her robe on and no make-up like she does ninety percent of the time. This was something she did often to clear her mind from the dark thoughts that clouded it on a day-to-day basis. She always felt like she was alone in this world like missing puzzle piece was missing and it was so damn hard to find. Being alone was something she's used to but doesn't necessarily like because it leads her brain to fill up with negative thoughts of her past. She hates it, she hates that her past still has an effect on her. Her being grateful that every day she doesn't feel sad comes from the fear of being alone forever.
She sat up, pushing her hair from her face she turned her head to look out the bay window watching the rainfall hard outside. She continued to listen to her favorite old school music that played lowly in the background, as the rain continuously pours down outside. She exhaled deeply before getting up and taking a few steps until she made it into her conjoined bathroom. Looking into the mirror at her reflection, she smiles slightly at her exotic-like features her plump pouty lips painted across the lower part of her face, her high cheekbones that defined her face structure, while her jawline structure was sharp, her tight brown eyes finished off her beauty. Due to her being mixed with one-quarter of Korean and the other quarter Japanese, her eyes were rather small. Her eyes were currently puffy and red from all the crying she did a couple of minutes ago.
