In the water everything is invisible. I promised you sex but we didn't have any, not a drop, so call me a liar, i am a liar yes. "are you ok?" becomes just a statement to which i agree, or so it seems but i'm sick of you asking, and i'm sick of you not knowing that i'm not. In the water i fall in love with giant arms wrapped around these limbo ribs. "are you in love?" - "yes but not with you"

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