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Are you?
Are you asking for me to sit?
I where'd you get those in your drawer?
I They were just for fun.
Okay, what's wrong with that?
What are these?
It's not weird.
Terry, okay, I just like taking pictures, pictures while I'm sleeping.
Yes, while you were sleeping. Nothing odd happened.
Let me just No, sit down.
What I just like taking pictures.
Okay, there's nothing weird.
Wasn't like you were naked while I'm sleeping.
Yes, while you were sleeping, I'm not a creep.
This is a creepy fucking thing to do.
You know, it's not like I'm murdering people or tying them up, for God, takes care you've known me since you came to America.
Please. I want you out.
You want me to leave your body at the door.
You've never seen the house like this before.
We're dancing with the demons we've befriended in the war.
Now, everybody gather around.
They're gonna give our toes.
That's just the tradition when you party with them.
When you party now you're here, you can leave.
Won't you come and dance with me? Let us talk.
Let's talk while we walk.
Let's talk while we think on our sins.
Reminisce. Now remember.
Out of the abyss.
I remember you thought this was a game.
Buckle up. Now we play.
I'm strapped in.
I'm here to stay looking back.
Was it all on me?
Was it all a dream movie scene?
Fuck you, sing, trust, just follow me.
Oh, good.
You wonder if this is how others feel without those pink little pills alive in your body, all your thoughts in one place, your body knows four hours like clockwork, leaving your mind fragmented as it was for so many years before the world still seeing You as a hollow skull, your brain reverberate with emptiness.
Am I meant? Am I insane? Am I just simply raised? Am I mad? Am I insane? Am I just sitting for you to raise just your typical, your typical Syria, just your typical, your typical Syria, your typical Syria. I'm cereal. I'm just your typical, your typical cereal killer.
We don't want Sour Patch cereal.
We don't want churros and cereal. We don't need Twinkies in cereal.
That's why I'm gonna eat them all.
We don't want jolly rich or cereal.
We don't want pop tarts and cereal.
No one wants you gonna Want cereal?
No, We don't. Ya no rules. I got no rules. Play my own game.
I got no rules to make me feel ashamed be an astronaut or Fox, so nobody tells you what to do, what doubt about it.
Lastly, Chloe, what do you want to be?
I two friends together, side by side, we walk the streets in the morning light, our laughter echoes in the air as we share our secrets without a care.
I can't help but smile when you're out, but inside, I'm breaking down praying that you won't See the love that's consuming me.
We just keep on going back to back.
I'm still hoping that real love is what I have. I'm sorry I can't give you what you asked.
You just gotta know it's worth.
The best right now.
I feel like I'm falling right now.
I feel like I'm growing and I'm trying to get into trusting, taking the hits that life's throwing.
But Megan got holding some tension because he said he's sending me blessings. I can't seem to find them.
I can seem to find them. I've been running fast from this. I've been running fast from this. I don't want to brass the gist, you know, I'm sensitive.
Can take the hints that this may be the last time, this may be the last time, this may be the last time I hold you in my arms, I miss you, but I can never tell you that in person, my mind keeps replaying when you said, this isn't working, I got mad and used a choice of words that I now regret as I ponder on the memories I can never forget.
I got so used to that lifestyle that without you, it doesn't seem right now fighting not to break down, watching you walk away, wishing you would stay around.
The fear of you finding someone else is what I really felt.
But no matter what I did, you said, it couldn't help see this all took the best of me.
This one thing felt like the death of me, especially when my love for you still rest in Me, you'll have that person in your life that you look at and your heart just goes boom, like instant butterfly shoot.
I could try to lie, but nobody would sympathize. It's true.
Deep inside I'm dying to prove and shoot my shot one more time. Honestly, I probably shouldn't be getting my hopes up.
She's so dope, well spoken and grown up.
I might go down in history for simply anarchistically, consistently resisting all my glittery persistency, how every time we talk, every time we touch, it's no wonder that just somebody I want to be in love with. I'm not a smooth talker, but I finesse quick.
Let's have a picnic date. We're sitting sipping nest quick.
Yo. I'm not asking you to marry me, but spare me. Yo, hello or hey with three wives or something that says you care for me, be there for me. I'm down with emotional healing.
All I created was your attention and eventually your feelings. But for now, I'll leave a message out.
The sound of the tone probably diving a hot tub of Kabbalah just to get you alone on my own.
Wow. Nobody hitting my phone out.
If I had to cut the blade hard to get, we'd be married with kids by now. Oh, wow.
I want you to see looking down, looking back, I want you to feel as you see, there's one lesson that they didn't teach me in team training.
And that is that when you take your service dog to college, he becomes more famous than you.
And that kind of sucks as a musical theater major. I feel like if it was like, if I was like an English major, it'd be different.
But like, I'm a musical theater major, which, as all of you know, means that I like to be the center of attention all the time.
And now it's not me, it's him all the time, every day. And I know that's because of three reasons.
People expect me, that if I introduce myself, I also have to introduce him.
So I'll be like, halfway introducing, you know, halfway through with introducing us, and I'll have said my name, and then I'm about to introduce him, and they'll go, Oh, I know champ. I know champ. I see him around campus all the time. Okay, cool.
So you took the time to memorize the name of a dog.
That's great, but you didn't care to know what the girl with the three feet, what was her name?
We didn't care about that. We didn't care about that we cared about the dog. Cool, great.
I also know that he's more famous than me on campus, because all of you right now are not looking at me or looking at him.
Just great.
No, I see this is what I see from the front row people is constantly I called y'all out.
Yeah, I see I graduate tomorrow.
I have nothing to lose at this point.
Thank you.
