one look of discontent fills your hazel eyes as I ask for the millionth time what's going on, you seem to be confused about just where you stand with me tonight as we tear apart all that wasn't lost to another fight. and so we turn against eachother once again, you run and I go hide, talking to myself again bout all the things I shoulda said and I
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p.s. sober now
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