I love being yelled at because I have missed so much dance.
I feel like a piece of shit,
but I knew it was coming.
I can't miss much now.
I'm screwed.
So today I made you uncomfortable.
I haven't done this yet since everything,
but I walked right next to you.
We didn't speak,
but sometimes eye contact says more.
She was there,
and I just smiled.
I wish I knew what you were thinking.
Irony.
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