Being an emotional person hurts when u force yourself to be more mentally stable without the seasonal factor of trust that fucks everyone up... Seems happy has spurts of worth that come from the core lookin for somethin reasonable as tolerances reading in between the lines where time literally becomes invisible... When u jus wanna feel someone to enjoy the texture it takes to sink in to passion as it's not jus a boom boom boom... Days brighten as night's rest somewhat done with the topsy pleasure of new to old scooting beds on the move across the room... It's like putting in the work is a full time job when it should come so naturally to instinct without interference... N crossing up the score leads to points everytime the mind unthaws to physically blink n poof the now is back when we take on a thought of appearance... Sexual attractions head the race as no one tends to figure a way to get comfy n jus change together as it's ok to remain the same... In which way two walk solo finding a friend that gets misplaced somewhere along a detour replacing names... What's so appealing about multiple luv'rs behind the scenes when fingers point on every direction yet bounce off of mirrors that laugh like not me mutha fucka... Really fr really real is the question I all myself the most for I cannot lie to self n dream as I am drifter with distractions that sound like tears crying the same ol bs pretending to be luva luva...
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