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- I'm kidding myself, especially when I'm speaking to people I like to think I know.
- Know as in, of course, "understand." I tell myself that I understand the people I interact with, but inevitably
- everything they speak to me is lost. Through one ear, into the empty chamber of my cranium, then out the other ear.
- Being like me, you start to want to forget about the past, because looking back it's all embarrassing.
- When you realize that they were telling you something vital and important, something you should treasure, but that moment is gone
- like a plate of potato salad in front of me at much-too-long dinner parties.
- You're going to feel awfully childish if you wake up late at night, knowing yourself like you never have before
- and when you stand up to turn on the lights it fades away and another day begins. You learned nothing.
- A long day is ahead of me, and I know that even if I try to change, I am unable to. Because personalities are sewn into you, a needle with thread through your frontal lobe, tearing through incarnadine flesh, a pistol cocks back and you realize you're dead.
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