"Don't look at me like that."
She looks on in sadness, unable to do more.
"There you go again, you give up so easily."
He looks to his feet, giving up because He feels there is nothing more that He can do.
He is helpless.
"I am tired of this, I am tired of the way you treat me."
The words burrow beneath Its skin.
We can't force change, We can't stop the emotion.
"Go ahead, run."
She, He, It, tells the self.
"Run away, it is all that you can do. Run and push as hard as you can. Split the muscles and break yourself in two. It is the only way . . .
Through busted veins
And bleeding temptations . . ."
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