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All I do is make My loved ones cry Or feel inadequate I can only assume. I speak of bad, I bring up difficult Subjects like the Prospect of separation Or that loneliness Is not something we Can control, or that pain From distance is inevitable. I always have to bring Up the things no one wants To talk about, I just don't Want to be without a plan. I am not one for foresight, I'm blind to my own senses That I can confuse for Righteousness, I know. But I hurt too, my throat Closes and my eyes sting Like theirs do, I'm not Without emotion. My problem is that I'm too sensitive, and I Rather protect myself Than be exposed.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
Not Okay
All I do is make My loved ones cry Or feel inadequate I can only assume. I speak of bad, I bring up difficult Subjects like the Prospect of separation Or that loneliness Is not something we Can control, or that pain From distance is inevitable. I always have to bring Up the things no one wants To talk about, I just don't Want to be without a plan. I am not one for foresight, I'm blind to my own senses That I can confuse for Righteousness, I know. But I hurt too, my throat Closes and my eyes sting Like theirs do, I'm not Without emotion. My problem is that I'm too sensitive, and I Rather protect myself Than be exposed.
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marleny
21/Non-binary/American
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
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