It's been eight days since my confession. I'm probably a bit more calm than I was throughout the week, but it's still the unknown that's making me feel.. jittery.
I would say I don't know what I'm doing, but that's untrue. I think I'm screwed, to be honest.
I'm a bit of a mess, and am in a mess.
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Does your bird sing?
Tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me
You don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders
And your bird is green
But you can't see me
You can't see me
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me
You can't hear me
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me
You don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders
And your bird is green
But you can't see me
You can't see me
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me
You can't hear me
About Me
- Thuy
- Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
- This is a story, a brain dump. Private, public, random thoughts. This is me.
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