There is no point in asking you again
I think I already know
But I don’t know why you just won’t tell me
Have things really sunk that low?
It’s not like I am here to judge you
Heaven forbid, you would think that
But all the times that I have stood by you
Just tell me where your head was at.
You know this won’t go away
And I think you really need a friend
There will have to be repercussions
So why not stop this game of pretend
I will ask you just one more time
You would be wise to share the load
But if you want to deal with it on your own
For God’s sake, why won’t you just unload?
Till next time,
Calvin
An entry for the "Negative Space" challenge:
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Calvin London
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