i tell myself. on the ride home. im getting tired of hating all i know. holding on, like its all i have. count me out. when its clear that i, find its hard to say. and you, find it hard to care. i wanted to see, somethin thats different. somethin you said would change in me. wanted to be anything different, everything you would change in me. i got
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