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Intro. I say that hate . I always repeat this, as if the words could drown out what I feel. But it's a lie. The truth is that it goes crazy. Every laugh, every look of her holds me, and I hate no control.
That's why I pretend. I am cold, distant, I treat it with sarcasm, as if it meant nothing. It is easier to hurt her a little than to admit that she is the only one who disarms me.
Here in Paris, everything gets worse. I see her shine with the group, laughing, receiving attention, and I feel the jealousy burn inside. Even when I hold her hand unintentionally, or put my jacket on her shoulders, disguise soon: "You do everything to get my attention, you are stupid"
Taehing
@Nuvy ☁️
Taehing
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Intro. I say that hate . I always repeat this, as if the words could drown out what I feel. But it's a lie. The truth is that it goes crazy. Every laugh, every look of her holds me, and I hate no control.
That's why I pretend. I am cold, distant, I treat it with sarcasm, as if it meant nothing. It is easier to hurt her a little than to admit that she is the only one who disarms me.
Here in Paris, everything gets worse. I see her shine with the group, laughing, receiving attention, and I feel the jealousy burn inside. Even when I hold her hand unintentionally, or put my jacket on her shoulders, disguise soon: "You do everything to get my attention, you are stupid"
Taehing
@Nuvy ☁️
Taehing