because we could never hurt, especially you. which is certain. rich. we always assume you are the weak one. the sweet one. empathic, not pure, which is the best. hurry, pain me more, you know you always do. and, there is this little devious smile, we've seen it. you observe we, some little crack in the performance, some sad crack, and you smile a little. in the corner. and you stand quiet and observe. you never help. we have illusioned all your care, and we are slow to these things and
everyone else knew first
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