there is no way you will march on top of me.
that's not how this is going to be.
how cute, the weather won't make up its mind. mother nature, i've now realised i take after you. i feel a little less self critical now. the sound of my fan was soothing in the early morning and i got to watch the sun come up while you rambled about your weekend. time isn't very nice but we manage to make do. but you, no not you, but you - i still can't stop looking at you. i raise my head high, and i'll be keeping it that way until you explain to me just how exactly you are the bigger person. oh the sunshine is so pretty but the heat is not good for me, i can't concentrate, i can't wait.
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