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Sometimes I’m a sexually repressed nun who fell for someone outside the faith, A guy carrying multiple, heavy bags of groceries for someone who won’t return the favor,
You freeze to death in the sun and you also sweat in the snow I guess thats what happens when your heart is mixed up on where to go
I am a scared mouse running across the floor. I am anxious candy waiting to be picked. I am a soldier in the back line too scared to fight. I am a lion without courage. I am a tin man without a heart.