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I'm not supposed to write about you. It's like sniffing heroin.
But, of course you're all I think about.
still after all these weeks.
You, some dude who thought of me as a new series that got a bit old after the fifth season.
I've always been a bit of a rebellious person who doesn't adhere to being told what to do.
Of course you wouldn't know that because you didn't know anything about me except that I was immature and devoted. you love to win. well, you've crushed another lonely crone.
Another notch on your walking stick.
God help me, I think of you every time I walk - and I walk a lot to try to get back on track.
I think of you sitting on that bench in the woods
and then that other bench in the woods.
and how that wall around your heart.
keeps you so
barren.
not baron.
(my love)
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