You look sad, maybe because you've lost something.
You look angry, maybe because it's your fault you lost that thing.
You look tired, and this has nothing to do with the lost thing, but you're tired of bullshit, tired of work, tired of school, tired of bitches, and tired of having a sucky girlfriend.
You look concentrated, likaboss, you'd say. Whatever you're doing, you'll do good at it.
You look confused - tough homework maybe?
You look adorable, and you play with your lip the way I wish I could right now.
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Condensed Thoughts of a Confused Teenager
PoesieMy thoughts, all packaged and ready to send off.