It's something that is not only a rare commodity, it's completely extinct.
Like a dinosaur, or a dodo bird, or myself in an unemotional state.
I spend too long on things that don't matter, and not enough time on things that sort of matter, and no time at all with/on things/people that do matter. That sounds funny. I typed it like that on purpose. Because I have a sense of humor. I am full of such witticisms. I don't know what I'm typing anymore. Once more, it's time for me to go to bed, when I've hardly accomplished anything at all, other than choreography for stupid numbers in a doomed show and making people who love me doubt my affections even more.
My tongue is caught on silence because
I'm so exhausted worn out and not confused confused not confused
It's not to do with you
Nothing to do with you
Except everything is to do with you, but I forget that
Because I'm so busy with everything else
I want to be a lovely picture in a magazine or teenage blog page again
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