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the core.
the core of understanding.
shit shit shit shit stop
go back
open your ears and let those words through. let them help you back when you were still able to be helped.
i hate you for the things you made me feel. it was stupid to say so. basically i hate you for making me hate you. i shouldn't make you responsible for my reactions and my emotions. but still i hate you.
i'm in control though. i know that we could get along. i could choose to be happy and accept you back into my life. i want to be more like a teenager. more melodramatic. it's lost on me though.
she asks. she doesn't ask about you but when she asks you're all i can think of.
i try not to mention you.
you sneaky weasel. you found a way to wiggle your way back into my life. every day at almost noon you haunt me.
i ignore you.
i'd like to live in a bird house. simple. one door. one window. one room. way up high where nobody could touch it. so high you forget it's there unless you're looking for it. so high i could never come back down. i'd like to live in a bird house. simple.