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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