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you sit try and write cram the words into your tiny little brain out out of your tiny little brain and onto the paper the screen what ever they don't fit useless you tell yourself you convince yourself for weeks you've been hoping praying yes praying to whatever deity will accept the shattered fragments of soul you have left if only it would be okay if you could figure out whether 1+1 is really two or is it three, or 4, or fifteen-hundred-eighty-six at this stage who knows i don't know (do care) i don't want to, though, care. nobody else does apparently you never really know but you can tell you can that glimmer of joy in their eye when you're counting the seconds 'till you can go home they don't care that echo of love in their words when your heart is full of fear they Don't Care that glimpse of satisfaction everyone else seems to get when something any thing goes well or even just ok it's unfair they couldn't care less if it were true or just a lie what you'd give to steal a taste of that feeling carelessness just for a second or two or three or 4 to be carefree that's how you know that they. do. not. care. i don't know (do care) how to get it feel it think it want it taste it even, maybe, just for a fraction of a second, believe it i do know (don't care)
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
don't know (do care)
you sit try and write cram the words into your tiny little brain out out of your tiny little brain and onto the paper the screen what ever they don't fit useless you tell yourself you convince yourself for weeks you've been hoping praying yes praying to whatever deity will accept the shattered fragments of soul you have left if only it would be okay if you could figure out whether 1+1 is really two or is it three, or 4, or fifteen-hundred-eighty-six at this stage who knows i don't know (do care) i don't want to, though, care. nobody else does apparently you never really know but you can tell you can that glimmer of joy in their eye when you're counting the seconds 'till you can go home they don't care that echo of love in their words when your heart is full of fear they Don't Care that glimpse of satisfaction everyone else seems to get when something any thing goes well or even just ok it's unfair they couldn't care less if it were true or just a lie what you'd give to steal a taste of that feeling carelessness just for a second or two or three or 4 to be carefree that's how you know that they. do. not. care. i don't know (do care) how to get it feel it think it want it taste it even, maybe, just for a fraction of a second, believe it i do know (don't care)
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18/F/England
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
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