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i don’t know

if you ask me what i’m doing here, i wouldn’t know.

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Another Recycling of Seemingly Nothing

How do you tell someone who won’t look you in the eye you see something right to the core of their pupils? How do you tell someone there’s nothing for you to say because there’s just too much to?

All of that could flow away if it never started.
Like it never started.
Maybe even better that it could have never.

But sometimes I still wonder
if what I fear is not rejection
but being lied to again.

If I could figure things out that easily, I would never need to think.

Maybe you can save me. Maybe you can kill me.

But regardless.

i’m already a dead vessel.

Words

There are three words I’d like to say to you.

But there’s one other word that gets in the way.

Or rather, several single words that get in the way. And it’s funny because they’re probably harder to say, linguistically.

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“half-assed”

So today, on much of the off times at work, I’ve been thinking of rather interesting expressions.

Actually, I lied. I thought of it right now.

Think about it. “Half-assed”? Really? What difference would it make if you had both of your buttocks in the situation? What, would I play the piano better with both of my buns mashing against the keyboard than one?

I’m not even going to get into “I don’t give a shit”. Really, would you give someone your feces if you did care?