Look
Look.
Breath catching
Ducking behind corners
Hiding from something
Too much to admit
There.
Its not your fault, not a bit
But I'm so scared
I don't sound like myself
And I'm trying.
Look.
But I don't know what to say
Nothing.
Dial tones.
The only person I want to talk to is the last person to know.
Quick.
Bottle it.
Look.
Smile.
Cry.
Okay? Okay. That's fine. I get it. I just... No. Nothing. Nevermind. Not important. No, seriously. You're good. Don't worry about me. It's all good. Yeah. Tomorrow? No. Nothing. Stop.
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