love is hell and heaven
what's the point of love
how many times do i need to fall short
i get out of my comfort zone for you
i need a hugh
something to tell me what you feel
or you confused as me?
love is making me ill
may you tell me so i could be free
i dont want to play games
this shit burns, i feel like im in flames
can we just not lie? and be honest? after all we are best friends
-to my best friend
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