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alanna
All she wanted from me was to sit and be ears.
I bit my tongue so hard I damn near bit it off. Listening to her go on,and on. Watching the pain well up in the corners of her eyes then stream down her cheeks. I ached to speak out,to scream at the top of my lungs. Interject,interrupt,oppose,polarize...ar ticulate the knowledge I had accumulated over these few short years. To reassure her of her significance,to wrap her in my words and bring her comfort. But all she wanted from me was to sit and be ears. As if she was content in her misery,content to acknowledge the problem and to do nothing to resolve it. Content to be a victim of her own design,comfortable in her sadness. It pained me so to watch her self destruct,sit and watch the spectacle with my hands tied. |