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I measure my worth by the texts you’ve sent and the texts you replied. Every one I’ve sent that weren’t replied is a demerit, a subtraction, of the tiny hopes the merit points have built. Like hitting a snake on the game (there are no ladders though) and every lack of words from you is that awful step that slips down. And though I hope to climb up again slowly I think I wish more than that for this game to end. (Or maybe not.)
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
I measure my worth
I measure my worth by the texts you’ve sent and the texts you replied. Every one I’ve sent that weren’t replied is a demerit, a subtraction, of the tiny hopes the merit points have built. Like hitting a snake on the game (there are no ladders though) and every lack of words from you is that awful step that slips down. And though I hope to climb up again slowly I think I wish more than that for this game to end. (Or maybe not.)
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
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