clarity
keeps clouding my mind.
I can see things so easily, it's confusing me.
You don't like me, you like the idea of me.
And we're only friends because we have a common enemy.
These realizations keep occurring to me, and it makes me sad.
It's as if I've eaten a Bertie Bott's every flavored beans and I've gotten the taste of
Defeat.
ah well.
I don't care if we're Just friends; I'll just read a book instead.
I'm old enough now to pretend.
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