"Hey, maybe I could go to your house for a little bit."
"oh, but that's suspicious.."
I don't even know how to respond. It's like your love is a lie. It's like you don't want to see me. It's like you're ashamed of me. It's like you don't think about how I feel when you say shit like that. Time after time, I vow that I would never want to see you again. Time and time again, I come back. What do I have to come back to? Nothing. What's the point.
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