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k a c h i a
i don't sing.
i don't sing.
Now my mom’s all like
GET UP AND GET IN THE ROOM!

I think
we used to talk,
I think
conversations actually
existed,
for us,
I think
you used to
want to,
I think
your efforts
were there.
I think
I’m tired
of waiting
and hoping
and digging
for what’s
no longer
here.


