I don’t know

I don’t know how can the wrong feel so right.

I don’t know if you’re just a convenient form of distraction.

I don’t know if I’m going too easy on myself.

I don’t know why this is happening.

I don’t know if I’m a toy.

I don’t know why I get heart-stopping moments.
I thought you weren’t suppose to make me feel this way?

I blame it on the stars.

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