SmugMohito
Evil angel/Righteous demon
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If I ever do fix the things that are wrong with me I still have this nervous knot in my stomach. The kind of knot that stops you from talking before you even get a word out, causing some weird jumbled out noise to come out of your mouth scaring the girl away. The kind of knot that makes you cry uncontrollably when pretty girls pass your way. The kind of knot that makes you feel like you're going to faint when you smell their heavenly scent as they pass your way. The kind of knot that keeps you from talking to a pretty girl yet still allows me to run possible conversation a million times in my mind until I collapse from lamenting on what could and should have been. You know what I'm talking about?
It's over for us isn't it?
It's over for us isn't it?
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