You dont, you cant, so dont bother, trying to understand whats inside of me, because its deeper the the well and darker then a cave in the middle of a new moon. You dont need to know and you dont need to care, theres nothing here for me to share, its already fair, and i dont need you to bug me, infesting me with your questions, and bit by your remarks, you dont understand do you, you cant see the truth of what your doing to me, down underneath, that beneath the skin, there youve been bugging and annoying me, to the point of break, one i must take, for our sake. Mabe when its over you might get it because right now you just dont understand.
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