Can we talk tomorrow?
No.
I've got to much pride. There is scrapes and scars from all this being brushed aside.
This solitary life will continue and I'll pretend I never knew.
The fog rolls in and you've said nothing in reply, and why? Why would you went you now have slightly less than the day before. Its all just carousel anyhow... only you're the graceful round and round and I'm getting off and kneeling on the ground.
Feel as little pity for me as I do for you. I understand, I understand, I know.
The view from the park in the mid-night dark you could share with nearly all. But I've only shared it with you.
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