Iknowyouknow.

She fell asleep knowing for a fact he's a complete mess, fulfilled with impotence.
Pointless even trying to change him.
She woke up next to a memo written down. Damn it.
Do you think there's any possibility of that being a choice we can make?
He told her once, it is. The choice you make. You choose that someone.
She tried giving up on him.
But frankly, my dear, she still doesn't give a fuck about anyone else.

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