The Conversation

I talk first, so you don’t ask.

See?

No, you don’t.

I talk first, so you don’t have to.

I’m. So. Tired.

I talk. And talk.

If you could spare me from,

Anxiety?

Whatdoisaynext

TomakeYOUfeelbetter?

I TALK.

Like water over me.

Engulfing.

Waves of conversation.

I talk first, one hand. Behind me.

See?

No. Not my vulnerability.

I talk first. You don’t see.

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