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Jan 2022
Hey, I gotta deal with trauma before it deals with me
I think about you often but not all the time
What are you like when emotions arise?
And how do you look like when you rise?

So yeah, I dream about you
But not every night
Gotta know your strength when you open a jar
You know the maps of the world seem so dual
So what if I'm waiting until you aren't so far

See, I wonder about you sometimes
But I wouldn't choose you over me
Think what you think
But I wouldn't change a thing

Yeah, I know.
Yet, I'm still here.
While you're so chill and cute in my mind.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
Confessions of Aggression
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