it becomes a sort of callous repetitiveness to put up with me, i know.
i wish myself that i could replace this vicious metallic blade I have in my mouth I have the misfortune to call my tongue, with something perhaps a tad bit softer and more sensitive.
while my honesty should not be a pretext for me to hurt the very people I love the most, with things that I find most despicable, neither should you take advantage of the wide-open vulnerability with which i speak to you, and stomp all over whatever little ego i have left, trampling it into shards.
please, do not lay the bed for further destruction, nothing can be rebuilt from splinters.
-eeda.
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I don't know why but this reminds me of what I have done and what people did in order to compel me to do such.
One misfortune called my tongue.
something you and i have in common then.
the tongue i mean.
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