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The phone rings...the display says "Private Cell".
Who can that be?
Just in case...let it ring... they can leave a message.
20 minutes later the phones rings again. It's you. But why would you be calling me.
It's over and has been for a while.
"1 New Voicemail"...it's you and you've been crying. Why?
Born the same day, different year. It was as if all of my inner workings were bundled and personified. All of my past strife displayed in front of me.
I wanted to save you, because in my mind, saving you might save me. Save that ailing inner girl drowning in a world of insecurity, indecision, and mental incarceration.
I wanted to save you, even if that meant, that I had to drown a little.
And drown I did.
Three years...Three years of drowning.
Finally...I let you go, to save me. To free me.
The load of the pained girl was too much.
I could not save you, nor was I supposed to.
Nearly instantaneous, life was anew. Reaching the surface of that ocean of burden, stepping out unto new sands. I drown no more. A rebirthing.
But even now, I hear you cry. Through life's challenges, have I weakened so, that the defeated girl still summons me? Or is it a test?
The phone rings...
"Hey, you can't call me anymore."
"Why...is it a problem?"
"Yeah"
posted by Retrospect @ 7:12 AM
3 Comments:
Funny you wrote this becuz I too had to dodge a phone call this morning. My stuff doesnt go as deep as yours but I think the premise is the same. So sad but true. Being friends with folk is never easy, wanna know why? Cuz more times than not you're gonna feel exactly what you said..it's either save myself or drown a little and save you..da hell?
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It is hard. Although this was someone I was dating, my heart poured out for her as a sister cause I truely feel that she was/is a GOOD person (and there aren't many of those left). But she was so weak.
I felt that she deserved so much more.
*shakin my head*
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