Loving a man is to forgive incompetency you cannot put into words
im not a bug on the concrete you don’t miss me with your soft feat of avoiding me it’s inevitable destroying small things we are small things small things smaller than can be my mind grows bigger and my heart shrinks tired of knowing concrete and what it means to me we are small small things to me we are all all things can be bigger than me i’m not a bug on the concrete you don’t miss me your small thing me, poor me lonely little small thing
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