Poetry explains things better sometimes. Like this -
I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
Yeah...I know. I'm so sorry, Sarah. I really am. It's not fair. Things will...I know it's hard right now. get better. Wanna watch some more EastEnders?
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Well, if there's anything...wrong, you're free to talk to me?
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Someone left, that's all. I'm still getting used to it. You'd think it wouldn't take me so long, considering.
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...You seem-- Did something happen?
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...Do you like poetry?
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Is it a hobby of yours?
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I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
That's what it feels like.
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