He always knows when something's up. He can read me like a book. I guess I'm still transparent. Maybe even predictable. It feels heavy to me, that he knows me so well. It feels too infinite, too close. Lately I just want to be alone. I want to write my music, I want to sing. Mostly I want to be relieved of all the expectations. I'm tired of having a curfew. Imagine that.
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