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You convince yourself all communication is conflict,
so conversations become arguments in a split second,
and you pull out crazy insults with no hesitation.
Questions become combative, and I can see it in your eyes,
my mere existence in your presence is a confrontation.
The kind words I had to say turned cold, meant nothing the second they escaped my mouth;
there was no convincing you I cared because you decided long ago I couldn't.
I hope these conclusions are limited to me,
but the saddest thing I can say about you is that
I do not believe they are.



Comments (1)
“my mere existence in your presence is a confrontation.” Felt this