last nights fistfight wasnt helping
matters
: So what the hell we doing? I can't interrupt you, not texting.
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Doing? I’m checking up on you. I
wish I was there to help last night.
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You couldnt have helped a thing. Maybe the other guy, he took the brunt of it.
He was still doubled up bleeding in the parking lot when I left.
: You know I meant you, I worry about you.
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What’s to worry?
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You know I worry.
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Then please save your worry for people who want it, they’re amazing at sucking
it out of you.
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You’re being mean.
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Elaborate. You’ve become notorious for simple, detailless communication.
How am I being mean?
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I haven’t time for this right now.
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Yes. You rarely have time right now. Do you recognise you've placed us on a back burner?
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No, I haven’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about.
: You don't, huh? Alright. You get a pass on not saying how I’m mean.
But you’re not stupid. You understand me perfectly about people around you sucking up your compassion.
But you’re not stupid. You understand me perfectly about people around you sucking up your compassion.
You can’t help yourself.
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I really don't have time for this.
: It's about US.
You haven’t time for us?
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Not if you’re going to be terse.
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But it’s okay if you’re discontinued.
: I texted to support you. I care about you. I
love you.
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You love me, but you haven’t time to talk.
You might understand we’re become nothing more than pen pals,
text buddies, writing in textualised light.
The part I play is to be here for
you when you need me. I can’t remember the last time I called you and you picked
up. You’ll notice I never leave a voicemail. But you know I called. Your fone
tells you.
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You could leave a voice message.
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I rarely call. I know you’ll see it’s me, you won’t pickup, I’ll understand.
Truth be known, I’ve helped set you up to ignore me because I’ve encourage your
selfishness.
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Yes. You have encouraged me to be selfish.
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I’ve encourage you to be selfish for yourself. Unfortunately you use
that selfishness only with me, I’ll understand; you don't use it on the vampires
that litter you’re life. Somehow they get a pass.
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I don’t know what you expect me to say.
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I’m not expecting anything. I’m not here to burden you.
I don’t want to be electrons in
your life; don’t want a bit part in Tron.
Dig
1301, Friday,
4 5. 18
1423, Sunday,
6 5. 18
