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59 He Hides It So Well, Until You Get Him To Talk

"How are things with her?"
            I don't know.
            I think about her everyday.
                  E v e r y . D a y .
            She's exactly like I remember.

"Do you miss her?"
            Do I miss her?
                  I'm not sure.
            I want to talk to her,
            but I also NEVER want to hear from
her again.
                  I talked to her today.
                  Why were my hands so shaky?
                  And my heart, it was beating so
fast?
                  Why was today so
                  d i f f e r e n t ?

"How do you feel about all of it?"
            I need a cigarette.