(i wish i could write this stuff, but i can't anymore. so here is second best.)
"There isn't any me, I'm you.
Don't make up a separate me."
Gray, quiet and tired and mean. Picking at a worried seam. I try to make you mad at me over the phone. Red eyes and fires and signs. I'm taken by a nursery rhyme. I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave
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