Dejavu. Why don't you tell me why all this all over again? You know where this is leading. I know where this is leading. Why don't you just stop talking to me? I don't have any idea how I will be able to deal with it again. Of you not talking to me. Of me not being able to talk to you. I still remember the feeling of helplessness, hopelessness the last time that happened. But all said and done, I still know what is happening is in no way any better.
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