Dear Jane,
I don't know what we are. You confuse me, you don't bat an eye as I make allusions to us being Married but then you tell me what a wonderful a 'friend' you are to me.
You talk to me all hours of the night because you want to, and because I want to too. But I don't know how we're connected, or if we really are.
Fuck this.
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