Understanding I I will never understand you Never get why she dyed her hair Or how you got those bruises Who you love-and hate, and obsess over. Somerimes i cry about that. But its alright. Because You You will never know me Never get my grade struggles Or my boy problems. Never understand why it takes me hours to get to sleep, even when i get in bed at 9. Never, ever hate or love the precise way i do And will. I may not understand you But you may never understand me And thats allright. -aza
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