I have been crashing into men’s lives for so long, making them love me, and cry for me when they realised I didn’t care,

that when you crashed into mine I didn’t know how to act, drink didn’t help, kissing other boys and girls didn’t help, music only brought me closer to us

I just kept crashing into you each and every day, getting cut and bruised while you stayed unfazed, you said nothing can happen in the circumstances we’re in and it’s logical, true, but the real truth is I have used that goddamn circumstances excuse whenever a man crashed too hard into me and I needed to get away, don’t you do the same

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