xy

Loser never admits that himself.

Too busy hiding.

In his own feeling.

In his own space.

It's probably you’re just too busy to notice me.

Or it's just me at the edge of the cliff, screaming your name. But never resonates in your ear.

Never.

It's like perfume.

You spray me over. Forgotten me that I ever existed in your vein or at least on top of it.

Its like some kinda meta force.

How many times you trying to resist it. But it turns out they even stronger than you think.

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Its like..

//

Its like..

//

Its like..

/

Shit.

I lost.

I lost in every piece of phrase that I would describe you for.

That’s you.

Just as fast as a skyrocket.

Make me lost in my own words.