it's like a cigarette in the mouth or a handshake in the doorway, i look at you and smile because i'm fine
I remember when I never cried. You thought I didn't care. I remember when i learned to cry and for a little while it meant something. It erased mistakes because crying meant i regretted them. Or at least that i cared. But then i cried all the time and to you that meant that I made more mistakes than i could keep up with. More mistakes than I was worth. Mistakes. I hate mistakes. I hate walking on my tiptoes.
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