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| let's try talking this time without plastic association and impatient sighs. can we have conversation while you keep your faith and i retain my dignity? you have never seen me cry. and you never will. i walked across campus today, watching separate lives mesh and disassociate in spliced frames of empty connection and muted static. everyone connected by strands of mortality, straying away from the patterns they could find themselves falling into. only for this game to cycle again. and i walked further away from you (being mortal means being beautiful). so wound me. see how much deeper you can shove the steel (your arms are blades). let the acid seep in through the telephone and scald me. push me to the breaking point. mutter, curse, talk dirty to me. make me hurt. something deeper, something more. realize that we will always be connected, no matter how many walls you put up. no matter how many tears i cry. so tell me that i am beautiful, that i am worthless, that i will never be more than a mess of heartstrings and eyeliner. say this the same way you say i want to fuck. make me scream. make you shake. nevermind. it is always the same. i laugh. you remark. and it is all over. WE ARE STANDING ON GLASS. -mimi- |
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