You’re not making me miserable.
It’s the precise opposite, fool.
The lack of you is making me miserable.
But you’re too busy to see.
There’s too much noise.
- in Contusions.
Revised: 05/21/2018 3:39 a.m.
- April 17, 2018, 4 a.m.
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Last updated May 21, 2018
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