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“I can fix that” Glares out from the glowing screen As if your lack of a relationship is a problem. *It’s because of people like you That I’d rather be alone.* “I can fix that” As if you’re an object Broken and in need of repair. *There’s nothing wrong with me; I’ll repeat it ’till it’s true.* “I can fix that” And you start to think, Maybe they’re right? *Maybe there is something wrong, Maybe I should give it a try.* “I can fix that” Drills and bores into your brain, How nice being normal would be. *But I can’t be fixed; not by you, Not by anyone.* “I can fix that.” That leering smile etched into your mind, As you shy away from the touch. *Can’t you understand me? I. Don’t. Want. Y.ou.* “I can fix that.” You want to scream; you’re not project, Not an object, not broken. *Or at least I wasn’t broken, Until I met you.*
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
"I can fix that."
“I can fix that” Glares out from the glowing screen As if your lack of a relationship is a problem. *It’s because of people like you That I’d rather be alone.* “I can fix that” As if you’re an object Broken and in need of repair. *There’s nothing wrong with me; I’ll repeat it ’till it’s true.* “I can fix that” And you start to think, Maybe they’re right? *Maybe there is something wrong, Maybe I should give it a try.* “I can fix that” Drills and bores into your brain, How nice being normal would be. *But I can’t be fixed; not by you, Not by anyone.* “I can fix that.” That leering smile etched into your mind, As you shy away from the touch. *Can’t you understand me? I. Don’t. Want. Y.ou.* “I can fix that.” You want to scream; you’re not project, Not an object, not broken. *Or at least I wasn’t broken, Until I met you.*
[only partially based on real events]
prodigy
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
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