me staring at the mirror as I'm doing my hair
I suddenly remember that person who always admire these curly cues. Her fingers slowly caress my nape and my eyes instantly rolls back as I have frivolous amusement on that sensation.
I hate that stare I had when I snapped back into the reality. That's how memories fucks my day.
Better continue packing up my shit to Bataan. (Oh, Bataan)
I suddenly remember that person who always admire these curly cues. Her fingers slowly caress my nape and my eyes instantly rolls back as I have frivolous amusement on that sensation.
I hate that stare I had when I snapped back into the reality. That's how memories fucks my day.
Better continue packing up my shit to Bataan. (Oh, Bataan)
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