no, you're not the only one.
no, you're not the only one who thought i was selfish (as advertised. but you can't grasp those kinda warnings, do you? (as advertised)), but i guess i'm not the only one who thought you were, too (maybe i am).
no, you're not the only one who's trying to figure out a better job at being a decent human being here. although that shit is hard as fuck, i've been flipping back and forth about it for decades. and there are just times you're gonna spend more time on the dark side than the side you may be trying to cling on every single day (i mean, c'mon..not me). you know the situation. i know yours. i eventually told you the main(?) reason. you never told yours. i was on the not so nice side during "our time", but i never, for once, intended to stay there longer than i could stand my own self. but if i come across to you as that, that's you. i should probably apologize for acknowledging reality and being honest about it. or not.
i know you're not the only one.
no, you're not the only one who figured out that at some point, the need to drop off the map overpowers your will to push through your daily crowd. no messages. no warnings. no traces. blissful breathing. but why are you here now?
no, you're not the only one who realized we're noone in the face of everyone. we're just this speck of matter being reflected to others' eyes. and our thoughts and opinions are just a miniscule fragment of the endless ones and zeros floating freely on the ether. but we matter, at least to those who cares. and i get it, almost nobody cares. so we trained ourselves to keep our thoughts locked in a small vault, not to be bothered. but sometimes, when it hits you just right, they start to slip past the locks and we spew out future embarassments faster than we're aware of it. you're no stranger to it. look. (you like that show, don't you?) (aha!)
no, you're not the only one who've shifted to the sunshines and unicorns side of the road. but nah..i'll stay here on the real road. hard concrete. hot ass asphalt. where spreading hate is somehow a byproduct of the real shit that happens. knee-skinning words. it is what it is. eat their shit and let 'em eat yours. dab alcohol on your wound and walk on. you know better. i know you do.
and no. no, you're not the only one who felt that. i did, too. so as everybody else. i don't mind you calling me out. but my words and yours came from the same exact water well, pissed and shat by reality. i feel you. but i ain't sorry. i don't need be.
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