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I understand you are trying, really I do it's not your fault though, it's mine right? I mean that's what I learned, you taught it to me remember? and now I am synonymous with ungratefulness, manipulation, betrayal I remember nights I was up well past my 8:00 bedtime too excited to eat too anxious to sleep I was happy because you were almost here my       Defender       Advocate       Dependable Devoted       Yes-man       finally come home... but you didn't you were here until you weren't you were on your way until you changed your course you wanted us until you didn't, but you were always right, always perfect and we were a game you liked to play until our batteries ran out now we are Disgusting, ripped Apart at our seams yearning to be Desired again in the midst of Divorce and You don't even notice us broken I am looking at you across the table both of us too busy assembling our internal defenses with what we stole from each other to reconcile And I, your suffering, shameful son, am tired.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Tired
I understand you are trying, really I do it's not your fault though, it's mine right? I mean that's what I learned, you taught it to me remember? and now I am synonymous with ungratefulness, manipulation, betrayal I remember nights I was up well past my 8:00 bedtime too excited to eat too anxious to sleep I was happy because you were almost here my       Defender       Advocate       Dependable Devoted       Yes-man       finally come home... but you didn't you were here until you weren't you were on your way until you changed your course you wanted us until you didn't, but you were always right, always perfect and we were a game you liked to play until our batteries ran out now we are Disgusting, ripped Apart at our seams yearning to be Desired again in the midst of Divorce and You don't even notice us broken I am looking at you across the table both of us too busy assembling our internal defenses with what we stole from each other to reconcile And I, your suffering, shameful son, am tired.
Greghaff
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
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