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He's a catch isn't he young and far from virile nonthreatening and funny in an unfunny way to me, the textbook ******* a guy that couldn't do or deal with half of what I do daily-- and after all my pleas of love-- the poems I wrote you the letters I wrote you bearing my soul-- putting everything on the line-- you still won't look me in the eye bet you'll look him in the eye because behind his eyes are nothing you love that when you look behind mine, you see the pain you inflicted you see the dreams unrealized but mostly you see the pain and the guilt seeps and seeps I hope I tried, out of both spite and courtesy, to tell him you'd just lead him on-- wait for him to bear his soul then get uncomfortable with everything and he took my words and put them on a platter and, with them, sat his-- delicious, appealing, and poisonous telling of how you love him and you swore to me-- he was nothing-- less of a friend than I-- either way, you'll cause my emotional death make me sour for any woman much less you and now, finally, unlike every other time I haven't forgiven you I have but made you seem forgiven for, now, at the last, is the time for me to pull the strings-- for me to ruffle your feathers and I hope you tumble down and eventually make it to my level where you see the gods from below and find them all but divine
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 7:44 AM UTC
I'll never hear a harder truth
He's a catch isn't he young and far from virile nonthreatening and funny in an unfunny way to me, the textbook ******* a guy that couldn't do or deal with half of what I do daily-- and after all my pleas of love-- the poems I wrote you the letters I wrote you bearing my soul-- putting everything on the line-- you still won't look me in the eye bet you'll look him in the eye because behind his eyes are nothing you love that when you look behind mine, you see the pain you inflicted you see the dreams unrealized but mostly you see the pain and the guilt seeps and seeps I hope I tried, out of both spite and courtesy, to tell him you'd just lead him on-- wait for him to bear his soul then get uncomfortable with everything and he took my words and put them on a platter and, with them, sat his-- delicious, appealing, and poisonous telling of how you love him and you swore to me-- he was nothing-- less of a friend than I-- either way, you'll cause my emotional death make me sour for any woman much less you and now, finally, unlike every other time I haven't forgiven you I have but made you seem forgiven for, now, at the last, is the time for me to pull the strings-- for me to ruffle your feathers and I hope you tumble down and eventually make it to my level where you see the gods from below and find them all but divine
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zachary-fore
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 7:44 AM UTC
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