The truth:
it's so over we need another word for over.
While you slept I cried.
Mostly because I was unhappy,
even with the presence.
That's how I knew.
You don't get me going,
at all.
It's not my fault,
at all.
I know better.
For once,
I'm thinking about me.
Fucking boys only want a piece of ass.
I go crazy and get mad because I don't trust you,
and that will
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