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So many pieces of of communication lay at my feet.
You push me to talk and then regret ever trying to meet.
Its like hypocritical. I dont want this hocus pokus.
Its a common factor that I am only here when you feel depressed.
I was a boyfriend. Yet a sex toy at most.
I am not a therapist. I care less about the scars on your wrist.
There is nothing left. No friends. it shattered and burst into flames.
Take the ashes and go get out. I am over it.
Yet you keep it fresh in my mind hoping that I will just cope with it.
The drama is an illusion. I wont fall for the quick pick up.
Its dropped. shelved and forgotten.
apart of the past. Gone at last.
Happiness is restored along with the loneliness.
but I would rather deal with it.
instead of falling for your tricks.
Just leave me alone. I have things to achieve.
I wont allow you to hold me back.
anymore. I am a man of many moods.
But I have no fucks in those shades of emotions.
to care about everything that has already been shattered and destroyed.