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Oh baby girl. You don’t have to look at me all misty-eyed and put your arm around my shoulder. Trust me, I’m used to being a deeply sad individual. You might even say it’s part of my identity, at this point. And what do we have, if not ourselves, to hold onto in this cold, cruel world? Might as well embrace the sad, so it doesn’t seem quite so sad.
Oh baby girl. You don’t have to look at me all misty-eyed and put your arm around my shoulder. Trust me, I’m used to being a deeply sad individual. You might even say it’s part of my identity, at this point. And what do we have, if not ourselves, to hold onto in this cold, cruel world? Might as well embrace the sad, so it doesn’t seem quite so sad.