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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