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Screaming.


Tonight will be the first night I've cried since I met you. 

And I didn't think it would ever happen.

I thought things would be brand new.

Maybe I need to learn

to figure myself out

before I involve you. 

I don't want to ruin your good day.

Don't waste your time on me.

Make me just a voice in your head.

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