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confirmation / confession part VI (the donation)

but you can
take my clothes
straight to
the goodwill
and you can take
my books
to the
incinerator

they say
you aren’t
equipped
to handle this
and i
agree
completely

but you have to know
i never
intended
you to be able
to help me

how could you
how could you
go behind my back
and do the right thing
i can’t believe
that you would
betray me
and be a good friend
i don’t deserve that
and i don’t want your help

what i did was unfair
i piled all of this shit
on top of you
and expected you somehow
to be okay with it
well guess what
you’re not
and i should
be able to handle that
but i can’t
not if you can’t
i can’t handle your
inability to handle this

and i guess it’s too late
to tell you it was a joke
and i guess it’s too late
to tell you to forget it

and i guess it’s too late
to tell you not to take me seriously
and i guess it’s too late
to tell you that I really do have a subconscious

and it’s telling me that i need to live
and it’s telling me that i will live
and it’s telling me not to tell you this

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