Dinner Dance

“Your name resounds in my head as constant and present as my pulse. Like a cheesy, classical, dinner party song.

I hate you for it cuz otherwise I’d have to hate myself. And I can’t do that. I can’t hate myself.

If I do it means that I’m recognising the fact that I have no control – I’m not the DJ at the dinner dance.”

-e.d

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