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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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it's basically the inside of sakinah's brain.but mercifully edited, censored, and anaesthesised with a heavy dose of prozac. tagboard
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don't want you, of all people, to read me.it's too bad that i am who i am, and you are what you are. it's a bit good, that we know each other, and loved one another. but now, i really don't want you in my head. i'll put it up, put it up and put it up good. i'll smile, i'll laugh, and i think i'll cry too. just to make it seem more natural. no, in actual fact, i'm an honest person. i act like how i feel when i'm with you, no denying that. so when i smile, i really am smiling with you. so when i laugh with you, i really am laughing at you. so when i cry with you, i really am crying for you. see? now if you can please get the fuck out of my head. i would appreciate it very much. thank you. |