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That’s what he said to me driving back from the T-Mobile the day she slid her ifs in front of me.
if I die, if I cry, I why, will anyone see my lie, I’m not alright, keep kicking me every night, so much pent up energy, will I ever get rid of me, I try. Everything. Every night. Still a light. Still a menu for our mind.