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I don't think about goodbyes,
until your angry.
I don't see us being better off alone,
until your yelling.
I don't see us having separate paths,
until your mad.

I don't pretend I'm not a person,
If I do I'm being real right now and I'm saying
I'm a fucking person.
I'm an asshole
I know how you feel about me.
I know how I feel about you.

I just hate to see the outcomes of the words that we speak,
when we're mad.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's inevitable, but doesn't mean it's enough to determine whether the journey is worth it.

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