stop knowing me so goddamn well.
stop reading my mind,
stop cueing my reactions,
stop seeing every fucking expression I make,
and matching it up with the thoughts in my head.
I can't take it.
I can't take you,
sitting all the way over there.
I can't handle looking at you,
feeling like I know what you're thinking about,
then reassuring myself that if this
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