Sunday, July 5, 2015

I'd rather:

Jump into a freezing cold lake;
Get hit by a speeding bus;
Fall off the highest place;
Ripped to shreds apart;

Stuck down by lightning;
Broken all my bones;
Drive off a cliff;
Seem mentally ill;

I'd rather do all these things,
Only because I want to,
Keep myself from telling you,
How much I love you.

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