i changed my clothes, washed my hair
and i've stopped wearing all of your jewelry
i could pick you out from behind in any crowd
but i'm so tired of staring at your back.
this repeated dialogue is getting tired
the words so close together, they form half moons under my eyes
if i could tell you anything i wouldn't
and i don't want you to detach me from whatever i'm hanging on to.
pleasedon'tcutmeinhalf.
because you know i couldn't stand anymore of that
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