But these stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them to. It's true, I was made for you. You see the smile that's on my mouth? It's hiding the words that don't come out. And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed, they don't know my head is a mess. No, they don't know who I really am and they don't know what I've been through like you do. And I was made for you.
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