I imagine I once had a life where you weren’t trying to destroy me
It's been so long I don't trust myself to know whether the kind version of you ever existed.
I know it doesn't any more. I heard you speak six words this week—the first I've heard in years. Happy people don't have vocal fry. You do. You can hear the shame through the raspiness.
The path to love is lonely for the builders of the broken heart road, Sonny Landreth sang.
You don't sound like you know the path OR the road. You're still focused on single track gear ratios.
Right where we started and where we ended.
You are too ADHD to listen to lyrics, or to live with any emotion. Quick—give me 1-10 on shame. Don't injure yourself making up something you know nothing about, Mina. When you discover the door to grieving, you will explode like a terrorist pager.
I know it doesn't any more. I heard you speak six words this week—the first I've heard in years. Happy people don't have vocal fry. You do. You can hear the shame through the raspiness.
The path to love is lonely for the builders of the broken heart road, Sonny Landreth sang.
You don't sound like you know the path OR the road. You're still focused on single track gear ratios.
Right where we started and where we ended.
You are too ADHD to listen to lyrics, or to live with any emotion. Quick—give me 1-10 on shame. Don't injure yourself making up something you know nothing about, Mina. When you discover the door to grieving, you will explode like a terrorist pager.
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