but these feelings inside are like my turtle neck sweater, blue.
But there has got to be a reason,
why you sit so close to me;
I'll no longer wear the face of treason,
if you'd open up and let it be.
My ways come of creepily,
but I see those that live happily;
I know you don't need to commit to me,
for our love is destiny.
I have mixed feelings about this confession.
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