A Short Conversation

what’re you getting at…

I’m talkin’ ’bout somethin’ you can hold onto…somethin’ tangible…a person…an object…some Teddy bear when you were a kid…

You’re talking about the impossible…

How so…

We never get that close to anything…people that is…we’re too caught up in ourselves to cling to anything…not even husbands and wives get that close…in fact…they fall farther apart…

But…we all strive for it…we all want it most of all…to be held onto…to hold in your arms…

Not me…not me…

No…

No…it’s not me…I cling to nothing…never have…even as a child never did I yearn for my mother’s arms…didn’t want any part of her…or anybody else…girlfriends…I can do without…friends…not needed…I simply wish to stay alone…alone…

You think that’s healthy…

Yes…considering the alternative…never get too close…never…it’ll burn you everytime…

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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