Tunes in my head: Round Room by Phish
Atmosphere: Miserable.
Promises are everything to me.
Do you choose not to make it because you understand that breaking them kills me?
Or do you choose not to make it because you feel detached, disconnected?
Either way, I hope you know it utterly kills me.
You know how I get worked up on promises.
And yet you continue to hurt, to cause pain.
Still, I can understand where you're coming from.
And I appreciate it.
Just know that no matter which solution is taken, they all cause pain.
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