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I hate watching friends fight, plain and simple, especially if they are dating.
It makes me feel so... heavy inside, so powerless to the unhappiness that overwhelms them and myself. In the one hand, it allows me to feel gratitude for my terrible tact with the ladies, while on the other, it holds my soul to the dogs of my conscience while I pretend to ignore them.
How can I though? Am I really that dead inside to just sit and watch as my... my... my comrades, for lack of a better term, tear each other apart, heart and soul?
Why do I?
Why do they?
I wish I had the linguistics talent to handle these situations, the courage to sacrifice myself for there connection, or at least the heart to show them how I felt when they tortured each other!
If only...
What a wish... how often has a man begged on bent knees for such?
 hansd22 · Wed Jul 21, 2010 @ 03:06am · 0 Comments |
