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A Conversation with My Conscience

*Come on now,

smoking?

I thought you were better than that...*

 

Well, you know,

times are hard.

But why shouldn't I?

 

*I have to say,

out of all your attempts

at chasing death,

this has to be your dumbest one to date*

 

Hey man, **** you**

what do I have to prove to you?

It's not like you ever stuck around for me.

You never taught me right from wrong,

you only told me what was wrong

when it was too late.

 

*It's about her,

isn't it?

 

 

 

isn't it?*

 

 

Listen man,

 

It always was

 

I know what you're thinking but

 

But I'm right

 

**Yes, okay yes

you're ******* right.

Happy? Is this

what you wanted to hear?**

 

*You know,

smoking twenty packs a day

couldn't help you*

 

And your point is?

 

I can

 

Listen man,

I'm no charity case

and you know that

 

*I know you miss her

 

I know you stare at her pictures

when you know nobody is around

and I know you choke back the tears.

I know you never wanted to let her go, *

 

 

.......

 

 

But I know you did

 

What was I thinking?

 

*You were thinking you could live with out her

that some day, you'd stop thinking about her.

Now, let me ask

How's that working for you?*

 

Why?

 

Why do you have to kick me while I'm down?

 

 

If not me, than who?

 

*Listen,

as far as I'm concerned,

you can sit around and whine and whine

whine and whine

But when it comes down to it,

it's just me and you,

you and me.

But I'm telling you now,

it doesn't have to be like this.

It can be you and her.*

 

Can it?

 

Only if you want it to be

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Written by
zac-c
American
Published
Aug 16, 2013
Lines·Words
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Notes

8/16/13

A slight decent into madness.

Me, Conscience

takes place in the future (sort of)

And hopefully will serve as inspiration and a kick in the *** to myself.

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