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You No Less.

Yes, I confess.
And what of
my negligence?

Can’t hope to hide
from these blood red hands.
Monk-like manner

of existence. 
Craving isolation, I
know I don’t make any sense
to you, just know I
mean no harm or disrespect.

So sad, this excuse,
but: this is just
the way I am.

Needing me,
just know that I value
you no less.

You are my friend.
I need you.

You are my fucking
friend: don’t
disown me.

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