tolerate it

The suffocation is "in an unequal bond, even being disliked beats being ignored." Haven't you cooked, decorated, pleased, while they didn't even look?

It writes "neglect" like a slow knife. Taylor, near-numb calm, tells "I'd rather you hate me than act I'm not here." You'll tense — too many shrink themselves invisible in love.

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