I’m not man enough to be human but I’m trying to fit in and I’m learning to fake it
Don’t ever meet their friends It tells you too much or not enough or worse exactly the wrong thing every nuance every detail every movement every smell sound phrase inflection the way she laughs these are all the things you either obsessively fetishize or make yourself grow to love although you are supposed to be done growing she is still growing it’s like a garden with two flowers one just blooming and casting a shadow just like yours and then it becomes struggle of sunlight or rain or weeds she and every she is doomed to be your idea of her she and every she is doomed to be your idea of her
I’m not man enough to be human but I’m trying to fit in and I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it
but worse so, back to the point you are no longer the flower and the sun and most importantly the garden or the gardener
a muse the amusement i am used it’s all ruined if you meet their friends
she and every she is doomed to be your idea of her she and every she is doomed to be your idea of her I’m not man enough to be human but I’m trying to fit in and I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it fa fa fa fa fa fake it fa fa fa fa fa fake it fa fa fa fa fa fake it ffffffffffffffa fa fa fake it
you never wanted to share your concept of your creation with any other gods or worshippers your book isn’t burned it was never written your book isn’t burned it was never written
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