That dirty laundry in which I dismiss at anytime. Do not want to smell it. Do not want to touch it. Do not want to see it. I want no part of it, no association, affiliation, placed in circles with such situations. I do not welcome skeletons, I keep the doors of others locked at all times. Secret rooms, five finger conversations, swinging index fingers complementing punch lines embedded with people's names, I hide from. I blur out. Camouflage. Duck and cover.
It irritates. I just don't want to hear it. If it doesn't have my name included or affects me in any way, I'll peace out.
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