So much that sometimes it hurts...
But who cares right...?
Is the game of the mouse, the cat, and the dog...
Me being the mouse...
Guess what? The mouse
For being little is faster
Hides better and perhaps
It is the smarter one...
Maybe equiped with better survirvor skills...?!
Don't mind. It is not about you
This time it is about me. I still care though...but
I need to care more about me.
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