You asked me if I was moving forward, so I told you to take a step back, you asked me what it's like to be a martyr, and I threatened to break your neck. You laughed that little laugh of course you know me so fucking well. Carried on in that silly way you do, you said "Give it up, there are no more sad songs left to seize". Scowling I whispered "I'
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