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Fairytales


 

I don't believe in them

Especially when people play the roles

I'm sleep, thinking I’m dreaming them

 

I met a boy and asked him what he thought of our relationship

Well, i said friendship but I thought it the same

Until he had me tripping over how we label it with names

"Friendship? I wouldn't call it that"

Then what the fuck is it?

 

Riding in the building at 10 pm, movies at 11, blowing bubbles at 12

I'm confused and i can't even tell

what's real anymore?

Is it the words that we exchange?

Or the connection that we feel and continue to make?

Or pseudo relationship i wish i could break?

Because all you bring is indecision and reason to raise the stakes against you

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