I cant remember how to find me. but i know i am not insane.
I didnt rememeber how to live without my mind. and so i sat in the corner alone. at one point you walked by me and your foot brushed by my coat. i dont think you noticed. i dont think i noticed either. i watched from across the street as the homeless man kicked me so many times. i think i am going insane. do you remember insane? i dont think you do. you think youve gone insane but you havent. only the insane have gone insane. and you have never been insane. you think i dont know what i am saying but i do. you are not who you want them to think you are. and for those of you who are, you are. and you are not like me.
yesterday i watched the homeless man kick me so many times. i didnt feel a think. then you walked by and your foot brushed across my coat. i dont think you noticed. i dont think i noticed either. oh well. i guess were all insane.
What stayed with you?
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