Wouldn’t it be lovely if one of those fake yous was you

They come thinking I’d be lured by the pretense of being contacted by a famous person

Don’t know I’d never believe it because I’m invisible

And I know it

Wouldn’t it be nice to be selected

Without some hidden motive

Sometimes I still day dream conversations between the friends we are not

Wouldn’t it be nice if those conversations could happen

But that would be too easy

I’m pretty sure the whole point of this exercise is to show me my place in this world

Which is as an inaffectual nothing person

At least I know my own importance

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