"I heard you can sing." "Yeah?" "Could you sing something for me?" "I dunno...I'm kind of embarrassed." "Please." I shivered because he is so fucking beautiful. He sang Staind to me over the phone and told me he would write a song for me if I wanted. I woke up this morning aching for his voice. I did not go to school. And wish it was still Saturday. We ran around in an empty house and watched The Matrix and made out in the dark and you are so fucking pretty I almost cried. a forged letter paralysis false arrest falling sickness evil communications estrangement a sudden affliction anemia strife a distasteful duty misconstruction I understand now.
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