It’s like talking to a wall.

I can’t think straight

and my brain

gets all


I get emotional

which I have learned from you

is a weakness.

Asking for help

another weakness.

Knowing my limits

another weakness.

I use to be able to talk to you about anything,

but now I am just gonna focus on the weather.

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