JUST AFTER I SCREWED UP MORE THAN I THOUGHT I COULD I SEARCHED FOR YOU AND FOUND YOU AND SAT MYSELF DOWN I POURED MYSELF A DRINK AND OFFERED YOU MY PROBLEMS AND YOU GLANCED AT ME WITH THOSE WATERY BLUE EYES YOU WERE USELESS IN YOUR SEARCHING BUT I FELT THAT YOU KNEW ALL YOU GAVE ME TEMPORARY ANSWERS TO LAST UNTIL THE DAWN THEN YOU TURNED YOUR BACK AND SLOWLY DISAPPEARED INSIDE YOURSELF AND LEFT ME HERE ALONE & SCARED & HIGH SO NOW I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOU YOU'RE TOO MUCH LIKE MY FATHER AND NOT ENOUGH LIKE ME SO TURN YOUR BACK ON EVERYONE AND CRY THOSE RED EYES OUT GIVE UP THE FIGHT AND PLUMMET YOU'RE A WORTHLESS EMPTY SOUL.
Reason for writing:
Erm...a bit of an experiment, really. Has anyone else ever wondered what it would be like to spend an hour opposite yourself? Maybe it's just me, then...
For the record, it all started in a hotel room in Bath, UK.
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