there are days i cannot write.
today i cannot write.
today people make me want to be without them.
when satre said "hell is other people," he meant you and me. and we mean him on days like mine today. and yours on days a little darker than today.
darker even than yesterday.
you had hoped for a closer game. because it gets lonely when you are left to think alone. but i admire the way you barrack.
today being close feels closed. so near it echoes.
today you take me aside. and i am learning. not on the bench this time.
i am happy for the better side to win.
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