Silent, I
you, and i, somewhere between twenty four and thirty nine, but whose
counting, try not to be so emblazoned because i'm on self imposed restriction
and have fallen silent as i battle the two letter addiction. the obsession has
already been lifted, a miracle for sure considering that i was just so damn
gifted, well, that's what iphone says anyway. please don't feel slighted just
because it's impossible for me to encourage you to say wow, how are you, and
please post more like like like gimme more. i'm seriously not a glory whore,
am i, if all i want is more more more. of course reason is at the core, all i
wanted was to love without condition, but soon need became the greed of a
childlike subconscious slum lord. seriously, don't try and guess, you can't
possibly understand this mess even though we may wear the same cloth of
recognition, with eyes blank staring waiting for affirmation, and thumbs
searching constant for instant gratification, that's why i'm here and not over
there, why i can't stay and say hi because i'd slammed the door so hard on
everything that mattered all remained was her heart left shattered. six million
pieces times one equals everything. so, say what you want flatter flatter, i
know where i stand and i hope you'll accept that it's me and not you and that
limited access is a necessity, just enough to get the words out of me, i do
appreciate, i hope you understand, i am grateful and thankful, and hurtful,
despite loves magic intention, at the end of the day, i am just another man
who can't afford the attention -
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