When I get bored I start thinking, and you can't just sit there and think. Not in my house at least, so I go in my room, straighten my hair and think. I'm sure not far from now my hair is gonna be like fried and along with it is going to be my brain, It's like maybe straightening my hair will help straighten my thoughts, but it never works, but I keep trying, and my hair is gonna die, and maybe I'll go along with it.
You're the one who keeps me here, I hope can only hope you know that. You say our love is impossible, but making the impossible possible is my favorite thing to do. Baby I love you. ♥
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