please do not leave me.
please don't leave me again.
please do not leave me.
i wish there was a way to take back so many of the things i have said.
the world is this small place and my words are plastered on its walls, screaming, reaching, yearning, thirsting. they are waiting to devour and belch and prey and combust.
words tumble out of my mouth, their momentum motivated by fear and paranoia and overcompensation.
and then there they are, etched in peoples reaction, heavy by the way they cause shoulders to droop, large in how they make ones eyes stretch. and then there is nothing i can do, but tower more words on them, in a lame attempt to conceal and back track and self preserve.
please don't leave me again.
please do not leave me.
i wish there was a way to take back so many of the things i have said.
the world is this small place and my words are plastered on its walls, screaming, reaching, yearning, thirsting. they are waiting to devour and belch and prey and combust.
words tumble out of my mouth, their momentum motivated by fear and paranoia and overcompensation.
and then there they are, etched in peoples reaction, heavy by the way they cause shoulders to droop, large in how they make ones eyes stretch. and then there is nothing i can do, but tower more words on them, in a lame attempt to conceal and back track and self preserve.
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