I can't handle people, you know?
I can't handle the stuff you say. I can't handle the stuff you don't say.
I can't handle all the yesterdays you cradle to your womb and stab yourself with. I read it, but I'm paralysed. If I react, what would I say? I can't act quick enough to reassure you.
I can't handle the lies you insist on telling and then believing
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