As I was sipping on chamomile tea, I think of it as calmomile, I think I may have come to a realisation.
The hurt you have given me will not be relieved by protecting you from the same hurts I may give to you.
Perhaps we are too similar, perhaps it's in our blood to gift hurt to one another.
Or perhaps you give me hurt and you have too much hurt already to take the hurt I have to give you.
It's your birthday soon, I've been thinking and thinking of what I can give to you. Maybe you have too much of everything for me to give you anything.
I don't know.
Maybe you'd like some chamomile tea?
I don't think so.
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