i don't really know what to say anymore. and it'd be the wrong thing, even if i tried. even if i said exactly what you said moments before or millions of times before -- i would be wrong. and i'm sick of being wrong. the wrong name the wrong age the wrong disease the wrong clothes the wrong career the wrong height the wrong mood. always. in my pre-conscious mind i can barely remember what it felt like to be wrong in the absence of incurable rightness.


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