I wait to hear.
I know I'm not going to want to listen.
He says that he talks to me because at least I answer him back.
My magic is gone and my patience is lost.
He should say those things into a different set of ears.
I grow wearier.
I tell myself that I should take hope that at least I'm growing.
It's a joke at which I do not laugh.
draftttttttttttWet Naps at The Regal Beagle…
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*Okay*
*maybe *
*I’m stupid *
*or **maybe **I’m just stupid*
*But I bet you a million dollars *
*that I'm *
*totally *
*stupid*
*or at the leas...
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