Write? Write

idk

It makes me sick

It makes me sick

Yes

This maybe

Because these ideas occupy my mind

Because they do not leave

You make me sick

You too, I was expecting something different

You .. boh, go ahead

Can I trust you? Can I count on your advice? Can I ... have some of you?

At the beginning you were rich in me

Now think of something else

I can understand you

Everything sucks

I suck

All this is incomprehensible

You are incomprehensible

I'm about to burst

Yes, this bomb can not take it anymore

I'll miss you

Maybe not

Do I turn off my feelings?

What should I do with it?

They are not reciprocated

No, they do not seem to

I repeat

What I do?

I carry on

I bring back

I stay here

I should leave

But I can not, there are consequences

And I say it to me and I can tell one myself

I can not do it

Outbreak?

I stay here?

Thing

shit

I do?