when you KNOW
i don't like being asked that question
every single day
once in a while it's nice to know
you care
when you ask again and again
the words become stagnant
they lose their meaning
all i hear is white noise
no not white noise. i can fall asleep to white noise
it's a new noise
it is colorless
odorless
tasteless
meaningless
next time
just
tell me you like me
for who i am
and what i have done
that day
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