if things werent as confusing, we would sit in my basement and watch pokemon, we'd go to playgrounds, we'd play in the snow, we'd stay up too late, you'd worry, you'd love me. i wouldnt have to tell a stranger what goes on in my confusing, unbalanced head every friday. all she can do is watch me cry, too. im sick of being the one thats always
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