you

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march 2nd, 2017

i weave my words through patterns of perspectives, and the more i speak, the more frustrated you seem to be.

you cannot understand, and it's not your fault really. my words are intricate, complicated in simple meanings.

but, even so, it aggravates you that you do not understand. when you say that your intelligence isn't as high as mine, i feel like knocking out the lights because i am not so above, so superior, as it makes me sound, and the idea fills my stomach with disgust for i am not so high and mighty in such ways.

even though you say you're not blaming me for your lack of understanding and irritation, my mind knows that, if i hadn't mentioned any of this, we wouldn't be having this complicated frustration.

perhaps i should not have said what i thought in my head.

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