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I’m getting mad. No really I’m not. Just very annoyed. That you have forgot. That I am a person. I can hold so much. With all you throw at me. All the questions and such. I feel weight on my shoulders. I can’t get it off. You figure me as perfect. But really I’m not. I can’t fix everything. That is thrown my way. I can’t stop my words for you. Day after day. I’m not inconsiderate. I just want my life. So I can be who I am. Not always make it all right. Upset about things I say. What a selfish thing to do. To believe I can stop. Everything for you. I’m sorry for the last comment. For it was rude. I should have stopped myself. Just for you. Well that’s ok. You know I was kidding. Oh? You didn’t. Well you’ve got to be kidding. We’ve been friends for how long? You can’t understand? That everything I say. Can’t always be canned. I just wish we could go through this. Without any favors. Or me being the one. Who is the lifesaver. You don’t have the guts to take over these doubts? With everything I said and all we talked about? It’s not enough for you. It never will be. The pile of doubts once again, falls on me. It’s no big deal. For such little words. That I say to everyone. That’s always been heard. Why make a scene about something so dumb? I guess maybe because you want me to be the one. Who cleans it up, this pile of poo? That you complain about. It’s all from you. So you say my mouth is the one that is letting it out? But really it’s you, you see. So once again why does it all eventually fall on me? I have no clue. I’m so confused. I just feel like. I’ve been overused. Over and over these doubts run around. In my head not yours, there they surround. Ok I guess I’ll take it on. Even though there’s really nothing wrong. Give me the pile. Throw it right on. Since I’d miss you too much. For you to be gone.