Letters to a Poker-Faced "Friend"
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Last published Sun, Jan 25, 2015
"You're killing us. Do you realise that?"
"How could I not."
"Realise, or kill us?"
"Both."
"You're so fucking distant!"
"Mhm"
"Why?"
"If you hadn't noticed, I'm not the one to ask for help
I'm not the one to make an effort to talk to you,
You all do that on your own.
I think I made perfectly clear that by talking to me you commit your own mental suicide."
"Oh"
Or where she has a "friend" who could care less about her and the rest of "their friend group", so she writes letters to tell this "friend" how much she is needed and loved. Wether this "friend " can still be saved is another story.
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