Every thing I mean to say is taken the wrong
way. I try again and again, just to hear her...
"Say what you mean not what you don't.
Can't you just tell me what's on your mind?"
And she cries and cries, "Why can't you be
who you were when we met?' This has been
me all along. Did you only see what you
wanted to see?
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