There was a time when I used to say I didn't want flowers,
But then I looked for the one who would buy it for me regardless,
I cared about the overlook of my words and the want of my smile,
I used to care about the little extra things and they used to be there,
Then it all stopped and I guess I adapted, or maybe I never had them,
It could all have been just a dream I lived while in life,
But now as everything is real as me and you, and there is no us,
I can't help but be anhedonic and pretend that I care than otherwise.
Sometimes it's better for us to pretend to care about small things that get done than pretend not to care about the little things that don't.
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