interrupt.

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"Oh sorry to interrupt, what were you saying?"

"I don't remember.."

Yes I do. But it's not worth telling you now. You'll just nod and move on. And in some ways I feel like you don't deserve to know what I'm thinking. What I am feeling.

I've learned. You just make fun or take it as sarcasm. (Though I am sarcastic a lot, that doesn't mean I'm nothing. I don't mean anything or don't care about anything - I do care and I want you to care too)

Stuttering as you continue to run your mouth

Wanting to add my thoughts

Trying even

But don't worry, it doesn't work

Because my thoughts are inferior

While yours are superior

Because my thoughts are quieter

And yours are louder

So that automatically means mine don't matter

Or at least that's what it feels like








this isn't about anyone in particular - it just happens all the time.

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