you made a mess of things

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you know what's messed up? people.
they are so weird.
they're so afraid of messing things up that
they wait around hoping that you might tell them
something that they want to hear.

but honestly,
you have no freaking idea what they want to hear!!!!
because you don't really know who they are.
they're so afraid of messing things up
so they don't tell you what they really want.

then you just stop talking, and guess what

they messed you up
they messed themselves up

and the worst of it...

they did this all while
being afraid to mess up

-and that's really messed up

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