I have all these questionsthey come on after anotherno one will answer themmost of them have the same partit's always about how I thoughtthat you wanted meand that you loved menot only have I been proven wrongbut also that i'm not wantednot here, not there, not anywherei've really messed up with timethere's no way to fix itno the only thing I can dois hope it gets better get all of this fixed
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