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The More Questions You Ask Me, the More I Feel Like Leaving You

Can you hold my bag?
What a sense of humour, eh?
You found food?
Should we go get your phone fixed, now?

Stop moving away from where you are, you’re just walking away from me.

-10.16.16

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Trying to find the right words.

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