Im that step you take outside for a smoke... In the winter
Im just a bad choice... in a that toxic relationship
Im a over the top... When i trust you... And I shouldn't
Then im a "to much"
Im a not enough
come on to strong
Then weak as we started
To much thinking
To many demons
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Automatic Headlights
PoetryDear, whoever is reading this at the moment. Its true that the rain is pretty, it makes me think about how the world is at peace but its the people on it that have troubles. That Earth's life tends to find ways to mess itself up. We aren't like rain...
