You took the chair so I could have a rest while I was coping with my blood sugar drops, gave me that super sweet candies so I could raise the drops up.
You are the only person that could see me dying for food because my meal time is so unpredictable. Once I feel starving means I'm gonna die straight away.
You will turn on the music I like when things went bored around me, well, you know all of my favorites, don't you?
What I'm trying to tell was, have you ever heard a story about a big tree that could grow itself? And have you ever realized about the damn pretty good purposes of why God put these eyes, hands, brains and the rest well-ordered?
What would be your answer sounds like?
And then for twice or even more you keep trying to make me act like a reckless person. Well, thanks for all those creepy helps but you don't have to.
You don't have to fight all of my fights.
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