In the mix.
I'm in the mix of things today. I font know why you guys are fighting in the first place.... It's stupid really. You guys were really close and now because of one spamming.... Gosh. Wow. I'm really bummed. I was excited when he finally said something to you. When you finally said something to him.... But now I'm in the mix of things. I'm trying to pull the void together. Trying to pull through. Trying to mend what was broken.
But a bandage never fixed a bullet wound.
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