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sugar coating melts under heat and over time the bitter pill remains burning in the back of the throat passive voice it didn’t happen to you it merely occurred life is a stream of too-big bitter pills and yet you smile genuinely and yet wit triumphs over will speak of unspeakables with no hesitation only speak to assure you that the line isn’t dead no sympathetic sounds until you mention a note none of us would ever want to read how heart wrenching a room full of everything you owned is when none of will ever be touched by the individual that made it all so (even at the edge of the precipice the end of the labyrinth you’d make a joke. alternately, you’d write it in verse) relativity in strength of mind and body, balancing the weight of a thousand words that you likely wish feel a thousand lifetimes old I have no ending as you didn’t
Her phone starts blipping, you look over to see the neon-ass blue of Skype, and you’re about to snark at her about either her mode of communication or about why you have to take a call in a fucking alley of all places you know you HAVE A HOUSE, you haven’t decided which. Shushing you as you’re about to open your mouth, Charlie starts going on about holy shit this is IT ok be cool I’m going to answer, and you roll your eyes. You watch her fix her hair and miss the call in the meanwhile. You tease her, ain't you gonna call back? and she tells you to literally, like, die.