I’m the last thought. I’m the third wheel, second, fourth thought. I’m your unpopular side dish of meat. I value you too much; you don’t value me as much as I you. I can deal. You’re not reading me right. Your not listening to the words I am spouting to you. Our signals are getting bunched up, cut, disassembled, and short-circuited. My body aches.
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