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Mar 2015
Two weeks
each day you've said you've gotten better
when every day is worst than the last
you say that it's definitely gone
but you also said you can't tell when it's around
and today you freaked out
over something that should've been nothing
and demanded that I go with you.
I don't like being treated so coldly.
So, in all this,
when tomorrow you say you're better
(Which I know you will)
Forgive me when I have my doubts
Written by
Fox Härtlis
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   Arlo Disarray and SPT
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