Oh really?
I mean a lot to you?
Oh really?
You care for me?
Oh really?
You don't know what you would do without me?
Oh really?
You would miss me?
Oh really?
You love me?
Oh really?
I'm important?
If all those things were true
and then some
you may actually try fucking talking to me.
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Thoughts of a Quiet Girl
PoetryThinking hurts Especially when your thoughts Are trying to kill you
