It’s funny now how the situation’s turned around; who’s mad at who, who’s let it go, who I’m going worry about vs. who gives a fuck about me. And/Yet he’s the one I’m making cookies with hard-boiled eggs for one line of conversation running though my head that I_can’t_forget, but can’t talk about either. An’ every time I open my mouth my breath
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