My secret is out.
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I begin to feel that prickling upon my skin
The next step begins...I know
As the phone rings.....I know
That cold monotonous voice.
Moments later we begin the talk
Seconds after that we begin to scream
Minutes after that, the tears begin to fall
Threats are exchanged
I don't bluff..
The exile is near.
Exiled from the constant assistance from loved ones.
True Friends will hold you when it need be
True Friends will touch you
True friends will comfort you.
Not my friends
I want to be held.
What a naive gesture
That touch to make it all go away.