Poop. Okay? Poop.
I-I-I really never wanted it to be difficult.
I don't know why everything I said had to turn into something complicated.
Every way I tried to tell you
You never heard it
You never put two and two together.
And...I never wanted it to be such a direct thing,
But you have to know.
And it's tearing me apart.
So poop.
If you don't want to talk to me for a few days, I understand.
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