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Pretty Little Things About Me


Pretty little damaged soul I see the pain within you.

Pretty little shameful conscience I do not judge you for what you think.

Pretty little imperfections you’re what makes you human. 

Peculiar funny little quirk it’s only a repetitive sound.

Peculiar little funny tick you don’t have to shake your leg.

Obsessive thought above all things, you don’t have to do that three times.

Calm down it’s just a red light.

Keep breathing the train will pass.

You don’t need to charge your phone again, it’s on 100%.

Stop clicking your pen you’re already shaking your leg.

Don’t bite your nails, that’s all germs.

Silly little hope you had, you were always right in the end.

Stupid naive faith you believed in, you were inevitably let down.

Happy funny memories you have, hold onto them forever.

Kindred spirit lover of mine you make me want to continue.

Daily positive thoughts so rare, you’re enough to keep me going.

Pretty little fire inside, you refuse to ever dwindle. -GG

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