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I didn't know how little I was feeling beyond the mere physical for anyone until Friday night.
Now everything is all thrown out of whack and I'm confused and I'm nervous and I--it'll just end up how it always ends up, so I probably shouldn't worry about it anyway.
New doors never open for this lady. I like to--well, I don't like to, but I suppose I think of my love life as more of a revolving door.
A never-ending cycle of monotonous disappointment.
Now everything is all thrown out of whack and I'm confused and I'm nervous and I--it'll just end up how it always ends up, so I probably shouldn't worry about it anyway.
New doors never open for this lady. I like to--well, I don't like to, but I suppose I think of my love life as more of a revolving door.
A never-ending cycle of monotonous disappointment.