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listen— this is just the way it is I see your headlights in the drive-thru last winter in the camera lens tonight this is not personal, you said you cried, thinking it was dark enough voice steady (if you focused on the radio) not personal, but permanent and I was in no position to argue lately, I haven’t had much that I’ve ached to tell you —that feels a little personal— and I only remember when certain angles of light hit me like a freight train after the sun goes down
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:17 AM UTC
the way it is
listen— this is just the way it is I see your headlights in the drive-thru last winter in the camera lens tonight this is not personal, you said you cried, thinking it was dark enough voice steady (if you focused on the radio) not personal, but permanent and I was in no position to argue lately, I haven’t had much that I’ve ached to tell you —that feels a little personal— and I only remember when certain angles of light hit me like a freight train after the sun goes down
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:17 AM UTC
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