Ghost.
The ghost.
Because happiness is a choice.
"I want you to like me."
Without great revenge.
- Might you refuse why?
- How come.
And in the finality of this,
may we find us aware.
That you've blinded this heart of mine.
The reality of reasoning with me,
to trust
that you'll learn not to agree.
That we disagree.
Disagree.
To agree.
From the last time I felt insecure about anything
I forget.
I forgot' about the last time I've felt insecure about anything.
I refuse not to like that about me.
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