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i'd call it a good quality. knowing people can't count on you to do anything and if they could, you'd still wrong whatever errand you've been asked to run for them. they know not to ask of you for the accomplishing of any mission. therefore, you do no wrong to anyone except yourself. the side-effects are grieving, depression, and self-loathing. i accept this. there's no cure, but i wouldn't exactly label it "disease." always, better to be safe than sorry. but i am sorry that i can't do anything for you. if i attempt, you'll just be more upset. a man can apologize a million times, a woman can end a million hearts, and an iceberg can sink a thousand ships. god has blessed you with a green thumb, don't take it for granted. you can touch, from grotesque to gorgeous. but i, from disgust to destruction. do you ever wish you were the
rabbit in the hat, and with just a little hint of magic, could disappear?
but the real question is, if you do nothing for anybody, and ask of nothing from anyone, can you really bother the other bees? 'cause i know anytime i go to help with the hive, i just get stung.
born a mistake, it's in your blood to make them.
rabbit in the hat, and with just a little hint of magic, could disappear?
but the real question is, if you do nothing for anybody, and ask of nothing from anyone, can you really bother the other bees? 'cause i know anytime i go to help with the hive, i just get stung.
born a mistake, it's in your blood to make them.