You always say I don't know, think. You said that I only know to yourself and don't seem interested in your thoughts. Every time I am angry with you think I'm angry unjustly and saying I bollocks. But you do not know the true reason I am mad is what. You can never understand what I think because we're too different. Actually, the more I am sad at such. We as two distinct parallel lines, do not touch each other but are still trying to come to come together. Sometimes I think we have the wrong or not? We ended up trying because what?
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