you walked up to me and asked what's wrong..
i proceded to say i was okay, and you didn't question it.
i mean, why should you? why shouldn't you believe what i said?
why don't you ever want to talk about personal things? why don't you want to know things nobody else knows? why do you change the subject every time i want to talk about serious things? why?
maybe the answer to all of these questions is the same. regardless, i'll never know.
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