hello. nice to meet you. how are you? oh, hello. nice to meet you too. i'm fine, thank you. so how's everything? oh, all good, all good. everything is good. everything that i know of, that is. you sound depressed. you don't look too anxious either. are you okay? yes i am. how 'bout you. oh, i'm good. i'm good. sorry, but you don't look too confident. about myself? is there any other? and who are you, anyway? i'm you, stupid. oh, shit, here we go again (click...hung up). i'm too scared to face myself, it creates faces i don't even recognize anymore. words just jump out of my mouth. words i don't even understand. i sometimes take different turns. read unfamiliar writings. why won't you just face it? how can i, it doesn't have a face just yet. must i be heroic and chase the dragon. or be poetic and write songs and lyrics of desperation? the ball is on the tip. i put it there. in perfect balance. knowing that you can only see what you can see. can, being most related to the perception of reality, is exactly the one i'm facing right now. the faceless body.
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