you know what irritates me the most about you?
your inability to speak to me.
i can't possibly know what
you are thinking, feeling, doing--
and i don't want to constantly
ask, or have to wonder.
i feel as if it is a privilege to
get a response from you.
that is
absolutely,
undeniably
absurd.
you're so disconnected,
distant,
gone.
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