I seize the day like you seize my throat and urge me to speak. You laugh while I cry, and I struggle with my self-indulgence. I'm old enough to know better, but too nice to stop. You're too old to change, and mean enough to enjoy it. You think you've got me all figured out but there's so much you never care to see. I think I've got you all figured out but half of that's just what I want you to be. He may never say he loves me, but at least he shows he cares.
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