You try to hide things from me. You think that I won’t find out. I don’t know if you do it trying no to hurt me or because you still like me. You call me drunk saying all the things I wanted to hear but I knew I couldn’t handle them. I just don’t get what is happening. I don’t care anymore. One day I’ll know and understand everything.
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I think you are onto some developing insights here. I bet over the years to come it will make sense.