Sweater Weather
Under that tough-girl, I-don't-give-a-fuck exterior,(Your sweater pulled up just over your mouth absentmindedly protecting you)
You let on that
You're fragile, Maggie.
I think somewhere in there you do want to be treated well, or if you don't
You think you don't deserve it.
But let me clarify that that's bullshit
Because you do.
I don't know...
Maybe I'm wrong, but
Just promise me,
You won't get hurt,
And shatter.
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