I hate it.
only when we do.
when other people do,
it makes me laugh.
because I know it isn't us.
and that's a good thing.
because we both know,
I hate it.
I know for a fact,
that you hate it too,
but only when we do.
because then I know,
it is us.
we are safe.
we are good.
your arms are my heaven.
I hate it.
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