It wasn't so much time that was the problem. It was tone. Or timbre. I can never tell.
In fact, that I can never tell is the problem. What can I say?
God damn it. I thought it was right but it wasn't.
"Lunch is so wonderfully simple, let's keep it that way"
Fair enough, I guess. What to do now though?
Die like a dog, and laugh it off. Just like every other day then.
I wish I wasn't so alone. Would it kill to hold my hand and make me feel like a person?
Shift expectations and change the world.
I'll be waiting for you with a grin as wide as the truth.
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