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You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you choose to not wear your glasses?
I know you heard me when I asked you to stop using that word I know you heard me when I asked why you speak so hatefully I know you heard me when I told you to stop acting like it was all my fault
Nothing is more lonely than unwelcome company Foot-in-the-door Talk-and-spit Choke on that flat but fierce foreign language What are you talking about? Sounds so cruel and base
Do not run. Walk. Do not yell. Talk. These somber expressions They haunt me my nights, to make perfect impressions, to have the right opinion, the right clothes, the right smile,