"write something about me," you said.
"i can't. i can only write when I'm sad," i explained.
"that's sad," you said,
"you won't be able to write for the rest of your life now that I'm here."
oh, only if you knew i wrote a lot about you, i could make a book.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
"write something about me," you said.
"i can't. i can only write when I'm sad," i explained.
"that's sad," you said,
"you won't be able to write for the rest of your life now that I'm here."
oh, only if you knew i wrote a lot about you, i could make a book.
didn't know you were fluent in lies.
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