You hurt me. Every time you talk about those boys you like, the way you smile when you're telling me about them, I feel a sharp pain. You aren't focused on me, so I just stare at you, eyebrows knitted together in pain. I wish you would talk to your friends about me the way you're talking about him. I wish I could at least tell you how perfect you are. I wish I could send you something telling you how beautiful you are without confusing you or hurting you.
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SOME BISEXUAL PROBLEMS
Любовные романыJust some stuff that happens to me that is so frustrating and I want to know if this happens to other people.
