I really want to hide and cry, but I'm leaving my door open and rocking out to tunes. Just cause I'm not the daemon Friend One portrayed me to be. So I hope she has fun trying to avoid my untroubled and calm self when she goes to bed. Cause I'm not going to crawl and I doubt she'd be satisfied with anything else.
But, local people, I would appreciate some rescuing.
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