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stop


stop telling me whats perfect
stop telling me whats best
stop telling me that I can't trust the heart inside my chest
stop telling me "be honest" it's all I ever do
stop telling me its all ok, can't trust myself, or you
stop telling me to trust the plan, I'm tired of the wait
stop telling me "stop crying" because you're a little late


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