Little bits of you
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- Stimmen 11
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A little insight on what i feel about you.
A little part of what i feel towards you.
A little hope for a stupid and oblivious being.
A lot of questions that's just simply pain in the a**.
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Welcome to my day to day bipolar, unease feelings-thoughts-type-thing about guys, life, friends, and a guy who may or may not be the same from time to time.
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WARNING: I do not write poems on daily basis, so forgive me if it sounds less of a poem but more of a narrative text. If any of you do have an advice on how to make my poems/writing better then please message me or comment, it will be much appreciated. Thanks.
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