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My mind thinks too much And yet, i can't think, can't eat, sleep, breathe I feel a Pandora's box inside I can't let those emotions out, not now But I can't keep them in, can't let them win
This time, Pandora does not open the box. This time, Pandora is a little girl in downtown Manhattan Who peeks around corners and always gets into places she shouldn’t
Jinx knew she was in trouble when she saw his name flash across her screen. He, the almightly nail-painter, combat-boot-wearer, bipolar feelings-fucker, he needed her. I mean, she was assuming that's what this was about.