You are so two-faced. The purveyor of hope but also despair. Because Sometimes it's all in your head and everything is fine. But Sometimes they really are plotting behind your back, talking and laughing about you. Sometimes you ride off into the sunset and get your happy ending. Sometimes you tell the person you love something painful about yourself, hoping it will bring you closer, but they accuse you of making it up. Sometimes the sun shines, the birds sing and all is well in the world. Sometimes a guy walks into a school and shoots a lot of little children.
Just to clarify Sometimes, this is not a love letter.
Sincerely,
PC
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