"I want to take you from the cynics in this town and kiss you on the mouth, We'd cut our bodies free."
I wish you'd just spill your soul to me. So many times I've told you things that 'I'd rather not talk about.' Not because I wanted too but because I needed to, and if it's going to influence me and my thoughts and feeling, I'd want you to know. And I want to know, I care about what makes you tick and what bothers you, anything of any importance. Especially if it's a new low. I want you to want to tell me, I'm going to keep asking. you know that you'd do the same. You know the length of things I hate about myself, I don't mean outwardly. Things that have such an effect on you and you keep to yourself worry me. Stop letting me half way in.
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