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Text 1

It's been 5 minutes,
Tell yourself they are busy.
Can't spend every moment talk with you.

Text 2

You don't change the subject,
To do so would be rude.
This isn't about you,
Just sent a joke.

Text 3
"Hey, are you there?"

Now the thoughts race,
They hate you.
They're ignoring you.

Thoughts against them,
Suddenly switch, flip.
Now thoughts against you.

What a nuisance,
Always bothering those around.
You shouldn't talk to them

Text 4
Written not sent.

Now you cry.
Cut.
Burn.
Bite.
Punch.

Pain to make mind silent.
All you wanted,
Was to send a text.
Yet now:
You breakdown.

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