four_letter_lies
raze
it
would
be
funny
if
it
wasn't
so
familiar
.
you
think
you're
giving
someone
the
space
they
need
after
they
tell
you
they
aren't
able
to
be
any
kind
of
consistent
or
meaningful
ally
right
now
.
after
two
months
of
nothing
,
a
few
wrong
turns
and
left
clicks
lead
you
to
the
truth
.
they
erased
you
from
their
life
when
you
outlived
your
usefulness.
you
aren't
even
a
memory
.
you
think
about
the
last
time
you
tried
to
get
them
to
show
up
for
you
.
how
it
fell
apart
.
just
like
every
other
failed
attempt
at
sharing
the
same
air
.
you
think
about
the
thick
blue
bag
you
filled
with
what
should
have
been
gifts
.
your
own
copy
of
a
book
you
wanted
to
hug
when
you
finished
reading
it
for
the
first
time
.
one
of
your
favourite
records
.
some
music
you
made
.
and
the
promise
of
something
that
would
never
come
to
pass
.
you
think
of
the
card
you
carved
out
of
love
and
misguided
hope
, telling
that
person
how
much
they
meant
to
you
.
how
you
couldn't
imagine
the
shape
of
your
days
without
them
.
knowing
now
those
lines
and
curves
are
lost
to
you
.
you
belch
flames
and
watch
it
all
burn
,
and
wonder
if
you'll
ever
learn
.
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