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Thoughts Here's my story and I'm sticking to it. My pages have been torn out and replaced with pictures. I could never say what I wanted to say when I wanted to say it. Now all that is left of me is a pop-up presentation of a misconstrued image. I beseech you to take me at face value. So let's talk... I've equipped you with the tools to hear me out. A cassette player and the audio version of my book. A pair of headphones, with that noise canceling feature...because I don't want you to be distracted from what i have to say. So let the short story begin. You are the Tylenol P.M. I used to get to sleep. But thinking of you was like counting sheep... I never could fall asleep because I concentrated too hard on what the sheep looked like. And let's face it, You are an exceptionally good looking sheep. Don't take that the wrong way because I know your a U.N.C. fan so just listen. I've calculated the mileage and turns into this relationship but somehow I keep getting off track. I have built a wall of stone and mortar around my heart, so for you to try to break through it you must be some kinda stick of dynamite. I think we both know here things are headed... We just don't know if we're willing to put explosives so close to our heart. I must apologize for being such an asshole... Sometimes It's so hard to be myself around you, I open my mouth for the sake of conversation and sound like a complete prick. The more I try to push conversation The longer I'm in a revolving door of stupidity. Maybe I'm thinking too much, Maybe I'm so concerned with making things right, that everything I'm doing is wrong. It seemed so much better when I didn't want you as much as I do now. When you were just another girl I was seeing. Now It's at the point where I'd feel bad about seeing another girl, because I'd feel bad about cheating on you. I'm really starting to confuse myself.
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