Except I mind quite a lot,
And this thickness, this brickness,
No wonder it is keeping me up at night. When you hadn't a clue, and the only one lying,
Was you, you, you,
To yourself, over and over, because your only real fear,
Was that one, and
Was always, always stupid.
Always.

I will never have my fill of love letters.

<<agé chose>>

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