I don't know what you're doing. Am I in a holding pattern--waiting for you to either land or crash into the controlling tower, or am I wrapped like 30,000 ft sunshine in your wings? What the fuck is going on? I'm sad, and I'm confused, I'm crying and I'm scared to breathe, but the crazy thing about it is...I have the world perched on my fingertips and I've never been better.
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