anonymousaxolotl

flip-flop

Flip

Flop

Flip-flop

I never know

Who I’ll get today

Which you

 

Flip-flop

 

Sometimes,

I like you.

A lot.

You make me happy,

You make me glow

You make me.

 

Flip-flop 

 

Sometimes,

I hate you.

You bring me down,

You make me cry.

You don’t make,

You break.

 

Flip-flop.

 

Why do I give you

So much power?

Which you is you?

Which me…. 

Is me?



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