Here’s how I see it.
You won’t give a damn about me leaving.
I’m really sure you won’t.
But you hate change, and at its simplest, this is change.
You’ll be all disgruntled
And even more standoffish when I do see you.
But it’s mean for me to put words in your mouth.
I’ll just wait until they get there on their own.
But you’re a stagnant creature.
And I just can’t survive that way.
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