Sometimes I think you just don't get it, then I realize you probably never will. In all honesty, this is the most long winded wish I've exhaled in a while, and I'm running out of breath fast. Holding on ever so tightly to the last few threads that bend and break, barely staying connected to what I thought was a sweater but turned out to be a rag. I guess I can't make you understand, but we both know I'll keep trying. So carry on, my fingers are still crossed behind my back.
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