noone knows who is my favourite band, which song is my favourite song, which song makes me cry, what is my favourite accessory, why i keep buying fricking way too many clothes, what i find sexy, what does my dream man look like, act like, in what job i always wanted to be, what i expect as a gift, what i think about a wedding...
noone really knows me...
noone ever really knew...
noone even really tried to get me...
i feel like a heart shaped box full of chocalates and marshmellows...
...but at the same time i feel stepped on, my bright red colour is now icky browny claret... and thrown into a corner of a dead end.
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