I'll easily get bored when I stay in a place for a long time, but I would reluctant when I want to leave. This is called contradictory. Tongue-tied, thoughts cannot come out from my mouth, cannot translate into words, and I just let them dissapear.
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" When the birds are sleeping
That's when the trees sing
You left your winter clothes,
And your teeth marks in my skin "
" When the birds are sleeping
That's when the trees sing
You left your winter clothes,
And your teeth marks in my skin "