Pretend.
Awkward, and I don't care. So what.
I'm here to convince myself to submit—unfortunately, the timing matters. Hate a lot, but can't leave or burn it down, so, this.
Do you care?
Sometimes I go all-in, pleasure-seeking until it hurts.
Other times the height of excellence is an explosion of pure fury.
Let's explode together before the boredom and oblivion set in. But, is it easier to repeat "I'm happy" ad nauseam until you arrive? Most days, a knuckle, literal or figurative, is as dangerous to the dome as a nut is sensible or seminal.
So pretend with me.
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