11:33 a.m. - 04/03/03
shh.
I'm going to talk about it. Really. I am. I just want my head to stop spinning first. * (This is about several million people, some of whom are male. Please don't personalize it.) my empathy could be the death of me if I let it if I don't, I may live to regret the upset of spontaneous emotion, devotion premature so that I have no say in who she is or how much I care about her regarding me: I have antennae, invisible so even I can't see how possessed I am by her rhythm how lost inside something not my own blindness offers no escape to me I cover my eyes the pain finds other entrances other portals, glues itself to my skin I try to avoid her knowing she is where I end but not wanting to know I begin in her also not wanting to know that I could be that heavily invested bested before I ever was aware of where we were. me and (every version of) her. I didn't know until after I'd made my choice that one existed therefore, one never was. because the more weary I grow below the weight of other people's pain the more I know I would not have made so brave a step could I go back and never see you I would live to regret but live and I never promised to be strong enough to give freely, strong enough not to give, give, give below the pressure of this force. if I could go back I'd pay small prices for a carefree life: guilt. solitude. remorse... chord
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