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sabbie
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[chapter one]
and he told her
that he could not play with her anymore
that his girlfriend had banned them
from being such friends
and she broke down on the phone
and cried and sobbed
and asked him
"but what about me?
that jsut isnt fair.
how can you do this to me?"
and she broke his heart.
[chapter two.]
[different players, same scene]
and he told her
that he could not do this anymore
that to continue on as they were
would drive him to suicide.
and as he broke down
and wept his soul away
she started screaming at him.
HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?
she screamed.
DONT YOU THINK WHAT THIS WILL DO TO ME?
BUT I LOVE YOU she screamed
YOU CANT JUST WALK AWAY.
he opened himself up,
the most honest he could ever be
he presented her with his gaping wound,
jagged, raw,
ever bleeding
never healing
and she drove her psychofuckedupknife
right back in.
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misstree
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"hey honey..."
"what? what do you mean it's $1.25 for a beer!"
"but, we were here a year ago today, and it was like this..."
"there's not enough alcohol in this!"
"sweetness, could i get some mayonnaise?"
"i needed this well done."
"comes with a drink? get me a coke."
"we've been waiting for an hour..."
"this is free, right? heh heh heh"
"this isn't what i ordered."
*blank stares*
"i want... um... let me see... no, i don't need a minute, i want... uh... i think i'll have..."
"gimmee..."
"i need..."
"get me..."
"puh-lease?"
-people who don't realize what visine does when consumed with a restraunt meal.
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unhinged
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sab, that really sounds familiar minus a few erring pronouns. although there was no girlfriend; that was why me and her couldn't play anymore. and she yelled at ME for making it weird; so it's okay if things are weird as long as you don't know they are? i am supposed to be miserable? i have tried to make things unweird for seven months and i just can't. but she yells at me because i love her and i am not happy. she yells at me because i do not hide behind a smiling face and alcohol like her. she yells at me because everytime she is with someone else it kills me. she yells at me but then tries to tell me she understands. that she has gone through the same thing. that she understands that i need space. how can you blame everything between us on me and tell me that you understand? you have no idea what i have gone through for you; no idea the speculation that haunts me because no matter what you do i love you and believe that you are a good person. even when you tell me that i should know by now that you show as little consideration for other human beings as possible so that you don't get hurt, you say you understand what i am going through. no, she has no idea what i am going through. she has no idea how much i wish that things weren't 'weird.' no idea how much i really wish there wasn't a wall between us. no idea at all. but i'm sure to her, everything is back to normal because she was smoking my weed and i was smiling, laughing. i'm sure she didn't see the disdain in my eyes; i'm sure she didn't see the bitterness in the look on my face or the hint of cement in my voice. she says she will be waiting when i am ready to be friends again, but she has no idea exactly how much she broke my heart and still does everytime i look at her. no idea at all.
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thieums
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But can we?
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