You were always the kind of boy who said you didn't care about what other people said...but you tried so hard to impress them. And as we stood there and kicked rocks down the street you told me that you cared. And I told you that I knew. And you told me that you hated yourself. And I told you that I loved you. And we agreed to disagree. So sit with me for one more day and smile at me for one more minute because I meant what I said. And I need someone to hold my hand into a new day. And you need to see that two out of three isn't bad. And we nned someone to save us before we hurt ourselves. We sure are sturdy for two broken kinds.
<3
-Bethy.
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