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I'm too sensitive for my own good.
A 'why do you care?',
Sets my head in a spin,
I thought it was obvious,
I think of you as a friend.
I don't understand,
You seem like my friend,
I see you everyday,
You give me a hug.
Then when I tease you all in good fun,
like I thought friends did,
Try and support you,
It's 'why do u care?'
This baffles my mind.
I don't understand,
But I guess,
So what.
Maybe we aren't friends
Maybe we never were
I guess I'm too sensitive,
For my own good.
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