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Straight people can be so nosy sometimes There’s always something y’all want to know about what I do in the bedroom. But at the same time none of you really do And honestly I don’t understand.
Close your eyes. Breathe. Count to ten. One. Two. Your heart begins beating faster and faster, causing a terrible pain inside. You bring your hands to your chest and dig your fingers into yourself.
The number that inspires me
One can mean many, only to few.
I was told to make my words count, But to what amount?
I say One. You say Fun. I say Two. You say "Who?" I say Three. You say Me. I say Four. You ask for More. I say Five. You just Jive. I say Six. You make Clicks.
Good times and bad times, all sand in a fist People you love soon be gone like a mist Your wings will be broken, then mended to fly Count every smile, not tear that you cry