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Oct 2012
You reach out
Sticking your claws in
That rips me apart
Tear me to shreds
I worry about you
Which you thrive on
I care about you
Which you need to survive
The attention
You consume
Overload on high
The stress overflows
As you talk to me
About your problems
In your near perfect life
You talk and talk
At some point I stopped
Listening
You expect me to stay here
To take this ****
To think it’s okay
It’s not and
I am done
Emily Helen Culver
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