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my love?

does it burn you? does it break you?
does your life weigh on your shoulders, still, now,
a burden you never asked for? by God,
you never signed up for life here on this planet,
by God, you were never asked what you wanted
out of life!
does it hurt you? have you given up on yourself?
had you already given up when i met you?
does your entire existance wound you,
does each passing day wound you,
until you are nothing but one big, gaping, gasping
wound?
every time i talk to him lately he's stoned. i think he's, like,
given up on everything.
have you then, have you there? hey you, you with the hair,
man, i'm talking to you!
so tell me: is it right? what i've heard, is it right?
have all my prophesies come true?
has it all come down on you? i always knew that you had
So Much Potential,
hah! i was so sure--hah!--
i'd be thing that you got up for in the morning!--hah!
we'd live together in your dreamland (because
you know, not a thing you've ever said has been
of this world) and i would make the toast--oh,
but you know what else, i never wanted you,
not really, i swear. does it hurt you?
does it hurt, what i'm saying? are you hearing me, man?
i told you, i'm mean when i get mad.
i'd always love to be the pilllar of salt to your wounds,
and you are one big motherfucking wound.
have fun, go ahead, i don't care, move. live
in a brandnew hole in Tacoma,
the most stinking city around, the place of your
philanthropic birth! but
just leave me your address;
i gotta send you a bloody birthday present.