The prying
I can deal with people asking about the cliff about the mindset I was in.
But how dare they ask me about the scars that run along my body from the fall.
Because suddenly the conversation always seems to turn into an evaluation.
And the dynamic changes you become the doctor I become the unwilling patient.
You say your just trying to help me but I don’t remember asking for anything from you.
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