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The more time I think about you
The less I'm impressed with us, too.
I don't need anyone to stand on.
Oh, by the way, your presence is sickening!

Now please, let me enlighten you
You are the pestilence of the two.
I don't need you to depend upon.
Oh, by the way, I'm tired of listening!
...

This is how I make it look.
This is what I'm trying to do.
But really. I do want to say something.

Thanks.

You meant a lot to me.





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