just skin againwell this is a shame, feeling all the wrong way it’s really nothing again and did you even feel a thing, there’s guilt and cold and to fix it, im sold don’t worry i’m not slipping, i already fell.just skin again
so don’t cry on me too, tell me about your life and your love don’t you dare ask me what to do, or bother explaining why it could matter to you.
i can handle myself, way on top of this world and if it’s night i’ll be better, ’cause i can see just fine it’s not real, so don’t make it just relax and exhale.
just skinwell isn’t it a shame, feeling all the wrong way it’s really nothing again only ice cold things to say; do not feel a single thing maybe if it’s written down make it real againjust skin
don’t cry on me too, and tell me about love don’t ask me what to do, and explain why the fuck it matters to you
im really okay "now" just on top of the world again an hour or two maybe i can be like you, or maybe just have something to do
except i’ll always be in, like id ever escape this skin.
Devious Journal Entry
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You don't have to be sad to write a sad song, or in love to write a love song.
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TTFN...Chelsey
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Glad you like it.
g!ggles
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I talked to myself again today.
About what?
I don´t know...
I don´t pay attention...
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