This is how I've always wanted it.
This is how it's always been.
There's nothing else; all the same.
One state to another - no inbetween.

Kind words from kind people.
They may as well be a dream.
It's the same with them, it would seem.
Not before they disappear.

I nod, I laugh, I nod along more.
They barely notice my chest collapsing.
"You fucking bore.",
I say to a face too familiar.

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