Maybe my head would hurt less,
feel less,
even,
without your mess,
but I had no way to give it up,
not in any way that felt good,
at least,
and I just wanted to leave—
feel less,
even,
without your mess,
but I had no way to give it up,
not in any way that felt good,
at least,
and I just wanted to leave—
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