See if I had a polaroid camera, the one that develops the photo within ten seconds of being taken, I could've shot your look of contempt. That expression that anyone can easily intepret as hatred, or something close to that. Then when the photo's printed, I can just stare at it for the longest time, trying to decipher whether you really meant it and desperately hoping you didn't. And then maybe wonder for a minute, whether you knew what being hurt really meant when you'd uttered that you were so just five minutes ago, because if you did then we'd be on the same page, after everything you've thrown at me too.
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