you turned to me. and you asked me what hurts.
my answer. my heart. but I said "nothing."
so here it is. I can't do this.
The absence has been long enough that i am on the outside.
I don't know about anything you talk about.
the jokes mean nothing to me.
They force me to think. To wonder about what happened.
so I can't. Not on these terms.
And the terms won't change. So I can not.
I always take on this role. The one you should be playing.
Its a problem. Something I can't and won't ignore.
It will be hell. and the situational depression will probably be back.
but I have to. because i can't do it...
i hope im right....
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