Crazy Ramblings
Talking is exhausting.
You see, I can see the future.
So I know exactly what they are going to say.
But they’re reading my thoughts and trying to counter my premonitions.
So we always have arguments that don't make sense.
When I’m talking to myself…
I can just repeat myself over and over.
And be in limbo.
On my own terms.
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