These days it's just big waves of fleeting memories. They rush and pull me in. I cling to them for dear life knowing too well, that I should let go. It's not good.

I don't care.

My perception of others are distorted. I don't know them. They are all strangers to me. I'm afraid of the outcome, of getting too close for comfort. Their words are incoherent and I don't take the initiative to clarify.

I don't care.
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