Please don’t get an iPhone
That’s just gross
You’d could just piggy back on the networks already existing
But no
And my fingers ache
And sharp shocking
Like when someone electrocutes you
She could move over slightly but she doesn’t want to
And I’m not worth bothering her.
She says I hope you’re okay
In the way
That says I know you’re not okay
But I won’t do anything
Its fine
That’s how our relationship is.
Six remaining strings in the web the leafs are falling and dying in the winter cold
World weary and under a lot of stress
Perhaps
But what does that mean?
There are tens of thousands more
But I’m a dead child walking daily
Why do I hold the explosions
Why do I fall down and not get back up
I wish I was the kind of person who did something without being paralysed in indecision and doubt
I miss having someone to talk to but I don’t know where to go from here or how
Everytime it’s just an accident of circumstances
Was it predetermined and if so
Why?
Why all of it?
We’re all just doing as we do are we even actually sentient?
Do we actually know?
I don’t think so.
I wish it wasn’t so far
I wish I wasn’t so fat too thanks autocorrect
My tongue is black
I take him back if I just can
Please
I don’t know why
But I need him because I can’t have him
Don’t you understand
Don’t you understand
I need them both but I don’t have a choice and
He’s all I have left
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