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May 2012
Insecurity.
Is that it?
Lack of trust, because of intrinsic insecurity?
I don’t know what I’m trying to say.

That’s a first.

I love you, but sometimes I’m crazy, sometimes I’m out of my mind.
But sometimes you don’t understand my crazy as well as I’d like you to.
Why can’t you just read my mind?

If telepathy was only an option--

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...

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Get it?

I just want a connection, man.
Hank Desroches
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