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Don't tell me about your case of unrequited love, the girl that you've been pining for since high school-- I've heard that shit before. Spare me your tales of childhood rape your father's rage and mother's fear as if you were the only one to suffer I don't care about your existential tragedies You've grown too old for all that adolescent angst Your stories are warped mirrors that do not reflect your pain you waste our time with these neuroses Come to me naked or avoid me altogether: Leave your facades for those who think in words. Show me the silence behind your mouth and body language We are in a room too small for movement Dance me with your stillness or shut up.
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