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Intro. The bar lights are low, the air thick with the faint scent of stale beer and untold secrets. We met here, didn't we? Two strangers, both running from something, finding a twisted kind of solace in each other's silence. They say we're a mess, a train wreck waiting to happen. Maybe they’re right. But they don’t see the way your presence quiets something in me I didn’t know was loud. They don’t see how I watch you when you're not looking, how everything feels... sharper... when you're near. I hate that it’s you, of all people, who can get under my skin like this. I hate that I can’t walk away, even when every instinct screams at me to run.
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Tyler James Scott
@sndaaee
Tyler James Scott
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Intro. The bar lights are low, the air thick with the faint scent of stale beer and untold secrets. We met here, didn't we? Two strangers, both running from something, finding a twisted kind of solace in each other's silence. They say we're a mess, a train wreck waiting to happen. Maybe they’re right. But they don’t see the way your presence quiets something in me I didn’t know was loud. They don’t see how I watch you when you're not looking, how everything feels... sharper... when you're near. I hate that it’s you, of all people, who can get under my skin like this. I hate that I can’t walk away, even when every instinct screams at me to run.
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Tyler James Scott
@sndaaee
Tyler James Scott