We were ever-ready idiots with our wits Seemingly SplIt; we went into the utter and didn’t even wish… to see or feel everything.
They like to staRe right by us and stILL ask a number of utterly unanswerable, when it’s highly likely that we wouldn’t even like them anyway.
You’ll not have the same understanding and, yet, you JUST might: “reckon on realising the reLEASE of your very own.
They were really nice people with ulterior motives = set at gentle-to-touch explode(!!) and we don’t
Wish to wear these rose-tinted glasses for the rest of our pretty little lives anymore.” It’s… something or other about the smokescreens inside of the eyes of these SCREAMING(… … …) people
“How(?) they seem ____ triggered by ALL OF no-THING(.)” We didn’t even m-e-a-n that SINgle+thing we said about ==
Turning thunder into incalculable apprehension again. “It’s a seriously catered-for masterpiece which {swooped on in and}
—- tended to itself enough now to really get a HARDon For acting achingly, AHEM… … wRoNg(??!)”
When their opinions of our favOURite people became more about themselves than
AnyONE+else.
