You have to know that I do love you.
We don't get along whatsoever.
I don't know why or how.
We've spent miles and miles traveling together down the path,
unwinding ourselves,
just to go back to
Square.
One.
It might be because of her, but I don't know the truth.
I probably will never know.
I guess that's our relationship.
Mutual
Dislike.
We have to somehow get along.
Just tell me what to do.
Without telling a story.
You tell me to worry about myself for once
not others.
It's confusing - your conflicting ideas and demands.
Can we, no, will we
ever get
along?
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Adam Camarena
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