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{line from that song stuck in my head all day}
you can leave me hanging off of your phone cord, dangling, holding on for my life. the dust of unuse will make me sneeze and fall. break my back, neck, fingers. I can't dial your number anymore, you broke my fingers. i tried to call you with my tongue but yours scared me away. its too heavy and pushy.
can't I look past that? Oh I miss your insults, giggles, good intentions and sunrises. I try to fade into my favorite sad song of you
but it disturbs me when I wonder if it is really the missing you part, or the enjoying the fact that I'm supposed to have somebody to miss. Its all about me--am I fake?
i am the villian, i will murder your eardrums. I will curse you.
run away with my heart while you have it.
you have slain the beast.
but I'm coming back. climbing into your phone to sing you the songs i love that you hate and point out the faults in.
i will break you with the cacophony of the way i phrase my feelings.
raarcgh!
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