Listen.
Nobody really ever listens until you're at your lowest.
Until you start ignoring other people.
And then all of a sudden you're the bad guy.
All of a sudden, every little inconvenience is your fault,
And you're to blame.
Why didn't you remind me?
Why'd you tell her to do that for you?
Why did you light the candle.
Well I'm sorry I'm a person too.
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