I'm at my room still thinking about it, shit, he's been running on my mind 24/7 and I don't like it, not one bit
But still, all of us wonder why, all of us are curious why, how, what, and it made absolutely no sense
So here I am, with my hand behind my head, while laying on my bed staring at the ceiling and thinking and thinking and keep on thinking about HIM
About why, what, how is he here
Like what I keep saying, HE doesn't belong here
I keep on thinking and thinking and thinking about it until I sigh
'Man it's hurting my head, It's none of my business, whatever I don't care about it anymore'
So I roll on the side and just sleep
It wouldn't think about it anymore
Hopefully
And hopefully, I don't dream about HIM
And his stupid eyes
And his stupid pink lips
And his stupid innocent face
Whatever
I sure do hope that I would stop thinking about HIM
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Broken Wings
FanfictionThere he is Walking slowly Looking around as if getting familiar with the place As if he's memorizing every corner of the room As if inspecting There he is Walking Walking while looking at us Walking while observing us Walking while his eyes dart al...
