I'm fine, stop asking

October 10, 2007
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.


You meant a lot to me.

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