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Feb 2014
It's not that I don't want to see you,
I do.

It's just that seeing you would mean getting out of my bed
And that requires me to get out of my head.

And no, it's not that I don't care,
I do.

It's just that caring would mean getting out of my head
And that requires me to get out of my bed.
Alice Baker
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Alice Baker
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