You knew you did something wrong,
and I just started going to sleep in advance of the argument,
it was easier than talking,
than talking to you,
but I wasn't who you said I was, who you told everybody I was,
and I knew you cared about me,
but I just wasn't sure,
and I went to bed thinking,
why was there so much humor in sadness,
was that just me,
maybe---
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