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I so want you to hear it.

I laughed because I could so easily think you thought about me before you did things. Or that sometimes you looked for me. And, I quickly talk myself out of thinking that. You'll never admit to it.

It may be that you look around the way I look around, but where we're looking, nothing changes. That's the thing.

Nothing changes.

12.11.02 || 8:02 am

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