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Apparently, Evidently.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Is it the same for you as it is for me?

Our frequent conversations; do they make you wonder? I know they do, me. But that’s always been the case with us, hasn’t it? The question always stands, menacing. Threatening to push us both off the lowest tier of hope that it could possibly be healthy to be stranded upon.

Is it the same for you as it is for me?

But it’s hardly healthy, is it? It’s hurting us both beyond repair. You act as if you’re broken beyond recognition.

Is it the same for you as it is for me?

And you are. I used to know you. I used to know you so god damned well! And you look what happened. He broke you! And I sat silently in the background. Just watching.

Is it the same for you as it is for me?

But you honestly can’t reprimand me for that, you know. I was helpless, too. Oh, God, was I helpless.

Is it the same for you as it is for me?

He threatened me, too. He subjected me to everything he’s put you through. If not more.

Is it the same for you as it is for me?

Is it the same for you as it is for me? I highly doubt it, precious.

Apparently, we’re the same.
Evidently, we’re different.


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