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Jul 2014
She asked me if I was lonely,
if the only reason I said mean things
was that I'd heard mean things at one time
or another, and in order to cope with my
misunderstanding of human nature
and cruelty, I just repeated those sins like
carbon paper,
like a parrot.

She asked me if it was intentional,
if I let people trust me with their secrets
because I knew that I'd only have to prove them
wrong once, and they'd forever
leave me alone.

She asked me if I was embarrassed
of the person that nobody without the necessary
experience would ever see me hiding beneath
the unkind words and the distrust,
if there was any part of me that just wanted to go home
and go to sleep,
and wake up the next day beside somebody who would
already know the answer to all of these questions.


I said no.
And that she watches too many talk shows.
This isn't actually based on any real-life story.
Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr
Written by
Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr  Williams
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