Went to a party,
tried to be good
Sat in the corner,
eyes down as I should
Didn't stop you
from wondering aloud
why I can't ever seem
to blend with the crowd.
I sat on the couch
and tried to be nice
'til your high school friend
put his hand on my thigh--
Now how do you suppose you might feel
if every friendship you thought might be real
was a clever ploy to get in your bed?
I'll tell you straight up--it fucks with your head.
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Trying to get rid of some brain worms. They keep twisting and turning in my head and messing with my thoughts. I can't bear to look myself in the eye these days. I guess I need better boundaries but I already have a million walls, I don't want to put up another one. I shouldn't feel like I have to.
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