I loved someone who was trying to stuff me into a box that I didn't fit into. I tried, I tried hard to fold myself to fit into his box. I would get frustrated at myself for not being able to fit in his box. And then he got angry with me for not fitting into his box.
And then I walked away with my box, which I had adjusted multiple times to make sure he would fit into it.
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Paper Planes
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