Nobody thinks about me. Not like that. I’m a convenience and an afterthought. Even I don’t think about me. These kinds of curiosities are the inventions of self destruction for me. If I thought about this kind of shit with any kind of hopefulness I’d end up offing myself.
Sure I think this way about other people. But those thoughts don’t matter and they have zero power to effect change.
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