to stand
and conversate
for four
hours straight
and to just be
and to hear
and to just see
the things
you've been becoming
and saying
and doing
and it's not
that i'm letting you
control my happiness
it's that the things
that you had to say
were exactly what
i needed to hear
fall from your lips
oh, the irony
of love and hate.
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