You displace your anger and frustration all over me. Why? Does it make you feel better to kick me in the teeth.

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Apparently it does. Whatever eases you, my friend.

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We’ve known each other now for how long? Thirty-nine years and you never change.

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It’s always what you feel and what you know And anything falls outside of that bothers you, including me.

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So rather than let me be me it bothers you. So you have to cut me down and make me change into something to conform and contort into another shape.

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You label me a sheep among wolves. Do you really know me that well?

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I’ve opened up to you and told you more than I told almost anyone. And yet, you still hold me in such contempt.

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I think it would hurt me except, I just don’t fit into the mold that you want

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Yeah, you try to group me in with all these other morons. Because it makes it easier for you more palpable.

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You get me angry to get me to react. That’s totally gaslighting. Then you get on my case for being mad.

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I wonder if you even know that you’re doing it? I don’t think you do I think you do it unconsciously.

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Well, I’m sure after this exchange we won’t talk for weeks, or months, or ever. But I will never standby and let you trash me ever again…

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