You always write to ask how come i don't write back well i could tell you but then i'd have to write a letter that would start i finally found it in my heart now to forgive you what do you want me to see ask you how was your day well i could tell you but then i'd have to care what you did last nite over thousands since you crossed my sight i wouldn't know you is there a need for me to hear every last detail of pleasanties that accumulate like i'm one of them if it's as bad as you see maybe this will make it go away this is an answer
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