My words can cut you when I want them to. I ask impossible questions right to your face and demand to be answered, no matter how painful that answer might be to either of us. I can be straight with you when the need arises, but I’d do it with tact. So why is it that I let people whom I love the most walk all over me like I’m a rug?
That said, at least I am a pretty rug.
*Just kidding about the pretty.
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