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I just want to spend a day with you.
No worries, just fun. Starting early in the day, ending when the moon is at it’s peak. No plans, just what we want to do. If it’s walking around a park, or biking on the pier, as long as we are having fun. We can go to a restaurant to eat, or possibly have a surprise picnic. We could talk about anything. If we’re just catching up, joking around with each other, venting, or just enjoying the silence of the moment. Toward the end of the day, we can find somewhere to sit and enjoy the sunset as the stars pop into the sky, one by one, watching the moonrise. One day.
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Or they think they do. My mom says she knows me. She doesn’t even know my favorite color. My friends say they know me well. They don’t know what I go through at home. My best friends say they know me. They don’t know that I’m living an unhappy life. My haters talk like they know me. They don’t know that I don’t care what they say about me. Everyone assumes who I am. They choose to not know who I really am and what I really feel about things.
