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Can I Breathe?

by Tedria Smith





They want my advice, but I don’t have any. They want me to listen to their stories and respond. They want to call me at random times. They want my attention. They want to feel special. They want gifts. They want love. They want me to work hard. They want me to adjust to time. They want money. They want rides. They want me too much. They won’t leave me alone to myself.

I cannot guide you. I cannot advise you. I have no advise for myself. I cannot hear you. I don’t want to listen. I cannot give feedback. I don’t acquire a care. I cannot answer. I don’t want to pick up. I cannot give you my attention. My mind is elsewhere. I cannot make you feel special. I do not wish to. I cannot give you gifts. You don’t really need them. I cannot give love. I am numb. I cannot work hard. I am restless. I cannot adjust to time. Time flies. I cannot give away money. My money is for me and I am broke. I cannot give rides. I have no gas. I have nothing left to offer. I want to be alone. When can I be alone? When can I be at peace? Can I breathe now? Can I breathe?

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