verge of crashing-
conflicting between this-what you claim, & that-what I assume.
Im starting to feel like you dont what this and my presence while your at it.
one day i wish you can wake up and smell the fresh flowers.
Im giving you mountains with grains in return.
or at least, this is how secondary i feel.
somehow, i can never have a say in it because apparently i have a unsubstantial reason for everything.
dammit, look at me.
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