Wishing things were different. It turns out the difference is the problem. When I see you acting different, I know you understand, but when it comes to me there is the difference again. You know I can see the difference, and that makes me different. You think I understand your game. I can't. I don't know what you are thinking. I only notice a difference toward me. If this could be different, there would be no difference. My odd quirks wouldn't hold you fascinated. You would act like you are being paid. Trying to act like you aren't being paid.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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