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The screen shines bright in the dark room. “I want to do stuff.” Stuff, you say, you check not, you peck, you expect. You wreak. I refuse, you confuse if I love you. I cannot defuse you, I cannot amuse you– unless I yield to you. I cannot– Your words pile like boulders on my shoulders, pain so great you create. I cannot– I shed off the boulders one by one, I cannot– it starts to feel colder; my bare shoulders, soley for you. I cannot– intimacy, soley for you. I cannot be with you.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
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The screen shines bright in the dark room. “I want to do stuff.” Stuff, you say, you check not, you peck, you expect. You wreak. I refuse, you confuse if I love you. I cannot defuse you, I cannot amuse you– unless I yield to you. I cannot– Your words pile like boulders on my shoulders, pain so great you create. I cannot– I shed off the boulders one by one, I cannot– it starts to feel colder; my bare shoulders, soley for you. I cannot– intimacy, soley for you. I cannot be with you.
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Apr 21, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
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