Not my rules.

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She has always accused me as such.  While... I do as I may to live by them, I didn't make them.  While I hope she will attempt to live by them, I can't even enforce that.  Oh... I'll give it a shot.  Sometimes to cover my butt, sometimes so I don't have to deal with my failures.  But I can't make her good, right, perfect.  And, honestly, trying is beyond me.  More so since I can't live that way myself.
Then there are singers, artists, out there who... seem to get me.  While this one plays her side, she also seems to... get some of it beyond her side.  Obvious, to me, in her presentation.  Dreams.  Stolen.  Sung?  Or... maybe I'm simply not as alone as I sometimes wonder.

With and at, I think, as she laughs at me again.  With, yeah, and at.

Oh... just... watching, remembering, adding, and thinking.  Dames... they... just get to me, even now.  Wouldn't want that to ever change.  Good... morning?  Yeah, and day if you have it left to you.