what we're feeling might be superficial, made by our own hopes. we might be a compulsive liar for our own happiness, who knows?
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a letter to you ;
Poetryall of things i never had the balls to say english is NOT my first language, sorry for any grammatical mistakes - jeanne
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what we're feeling might be superficial, made by our own hopes. we might be a compulsive liar for our own happiness, who knows?
