at your place, i lay on the couch as you tucked yourself completely away under a blanket on the floor before me. while you were busy hiding yourself, you did your best to leave me bare. questions on questions. deflection on deflection. you like to ask me things you've already found your favourite answer to, questions with connections and anticipation, like my opinion is strong enough to affect reality. it's clear in your voice that these questions count. repeat, explain, explain in another way. i don't know a sensitive way to put a perceivably negative opinion about the fate of our future, especially to someone so hopeful. i don't want to upset you however i won't lie about my thoughts. all i can say is that they are merely thoughts, opinions, and that despite what they may imply to you, i love you and you're important.
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