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(I know it’s a point of frustration for you too).
You don’t know most times
you ask me how I feel, how I hate
not knowing what you're asking not knowing
how I’m feeling not knowing when
fine
is nothing real, am I really okay to oscillate
between what’s said’s what’s real
between when nothing can help nothing can hurt
is it?

I'm disinclined to pause the clock
to see into your eyes to see if I'm inside.