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Is it cool that it’s not cool? Am I making a stink with no sense of smell. Don’t tell me it’s okay to say how I feel then throw me into an emotional jail. I don’t do being locked up well. So what if I get upset. Who says only you girls are allowed to feel? If I pulled on you-what you pulled on me, something that you cared about-and acted like it was “no big deal”; how would you really feel? Don’t step in my shoes and attempt to tell me my story from your point of view. I was always there so give e a hint and double up on getting a clue just so that the cold won’t seem so cold as sometimes I feel you barely try not to do. You're probably use to the inclement weather dealing with people that think they are better and you just keep reaching for their validation, so you walked into thing "us" thing more prepared than I by putting on an extra coat or two?

 Is this how it feels with the 80/20? Am I putting down the 80 just to investigate and find the 20? How would you feel if I did to you what you've done? I have your back 210% is your percentage lower or higher when it comes to me? If I watched for you to prove it what pattern would I see? What’s minuscule to you just might be larger than life for I.  People depend on the direction of society and employ less smiles and ore frowns, that's what happens when we live to gain approval from anyone yet ourselves and in my opinion...the "real world" was always generic and broken down. Listen to how my “ridiculous feelings” sound, though we bypassed this step on my end but you are taller for a reason you are on step four when I decided to wait now I just a random face in a faceless crowd and I fade behind the background. No pity or pictures please, I just want to hit start and remove the pause. 

Because I waited and you play games with you words but I listen and yeah sometimes I overthink, it allows me to address   I’ll just allow you to laugh at me. It sucked but not for too long. I’m learning that we won’t always be on the same station and it’s okay for us the explicit realness. Do we sing different songs or different verses to the same? It’s not “wrong” it’s how we learn about each other what’s taken cannot be unsaid or undone. It’s a matter of truth, integrity, and a consistent form of respect I'm always willing to do that always for you. Question is can you-for me?
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