Sometimes, it just feels good to talk. Once you start you can’t stop; like a snowball down a mountain. Let me go. Let me spill out the things I thought I never would and let me tell you what’s been really going on, with no judgement. You ask why I’ve been so distant, why I always shut people out. See the thing is; I talk, and you talk. There is no listening. I tell you what’s been going on, you return with the way things “should” go and how it “has” to happen. It’s your way or no way. So my voice box vanishes into my fears. No more talking for me, because all I hear is what to change: how to fix it. Not everything can be fixed. Somethings are broken and to stay broken, and talking about makes you realize that being broken is okay. But not you, broken is unusable and unusable is worthless. So fix it. Fix my totally fucked up life that you see and change it into your utopia. No more me, just you. Like you always wanted.
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