You are so sweet.
How am I not supposed to be numb
when you don't give the chance to speak?
Really.
How?
And do not pretend you care
when you are drunk and happy.
Drunk is a depressant.
A suppressant.
So please,
continue to suppress your true feelings.
And
Pity me.
Pity poor old me who doesn't know who I am.
Who isn't happy
and isn't talking to anyone
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