It doesn't need to be spelled out, divvied up, muddled around or decided. You got yours and I got mine.
I always get like this when I see that name in my inbox, I don't want to see it there. You think I like being reminded of you every time I glance at my token knee scar from the last time we journeyed out in the nighttime? (because secretly I do, I really, really do.) Whatever. I have lots of tights and pants and opaque things to cover it up. (but really, I love when it's not covered up.) I can't quit you. (but do you want me to?)
far from the overkill, far from the overload...
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