To not care anymore, to let the words pass through to turn your eyes instead of being blue.
I cared but then I did not, duality of human nature fulfilled in my thoughts, so when the words are untrue I let it pass through. to laugh and to sigh, to let it pass by, for it's such a waist of time to let it make you cry. The word, to be blue, to hear it and see that which is untrue, repetitive cycle where does it break, but I don't care, so it's ok. Lets relax, take a break, get some wine, who cares if it's late, as long as pain is sedate, lets drink, but not to get drunk, let's enjoy the moment, life's to short.
So talk, talk away, I don't really care anyway.
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