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We were squeezed into the same little toilet booth at least five times that night, in the london club that was swallowing all our troubles. Giggling, stumbling and leaving old ghosts behind. You know what makes me strange and I know what makes you strange and we understand. We’ve got the most different backgrounds, views on life and habits, but it’s not even important. And I like the way you are different. You make me shake my head in an amused manner, at all the things I’ve never done and would never do. You ask about the most personal and complicated aspects of my outlook on life, and I tell you, and you understand and accept even though you don’t agree and even though I can barely navigate the confusion myself. I’ve only known you for a few weeks, but I’m so much me that you’re one of a handful already.
You told me your secrets and I tell you mine, and there are no sorrows tonight. We dance into oblivion, we throw our heads back and laugh, and I can’t help but think that they were all so wrong. I don’t feel empty, I feel alive.
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succkkkk, i had such trouble deciding which i preferred, it's like i like the shoe/leg bit better of the main and the hands/dress better in #1 in comments. Might upload the other just because.
Indecisiveness.