I find myself in the same situations
Late night phone calls. Good morning texts.
Isn't it funny,
How something that can make one feel so great,
Can be the point of one's demise?
But put it all together,
And people call it falling in love.
And me?
I just happen to be clumsy enough to fall head-first into the abyss called life,
Life - kind of like a mix between faulted romances, karma, and fake friendships.
Which, to be honest,
Is a game without instructions or rules.
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Clumsy [completed]
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