for the cause of fear

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this is me today. i felt like seeing my own face, just to check that i'm concrete, something tangible and susceptible to feeling and life.











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me: why don't we talk anymore
him: we have nothing in common
me: ... so.
him: you like talking about art and literature and stuff. i don't know those things.
me: five years we've been friends and i've never asked you to talk about something you didn't want to.
him: i know.

i feel as though he is, to come degree, consciously drawing himself back and away from where i'm standing. something has shifted and i'm no longer as great a concern as i used to be, which is fine. it's just a little cold, that's all.







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