
“how are you?,”
she asks,
like people always do,
as if she, like most,
does not understand the absolute impossibility of the question
it becomes a frantic puzzle to decode:
does she really want to know the truth?
how can I possibly sum it up in a simple answer?
or is she just asking in the meaningless way people do,
only wanting the answer,
“fine”
because I am not fine
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Thank you!
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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You as well!
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😊💕🌹
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muck it
fuck it
and fuck off
with that superficial
bullshit query then
is how i feel
cos i do not care how you are.
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Wow
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sorry i find these sundry greetings most annoying.
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Oh! Sorry, I misunderstood! Yes, me too!
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best wishes and highest hopes Angela~
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To you as well.
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I hear you Angela. This came at a time where I feel the same.
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I’m happy it is relatable in that I hope it helps to feel not alone in that feeling! Love to you, Kat.
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‘We’ are not alone. Especially when I, visit this place. I miss it. A lot.
Love to you too Angela.
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I think so many of us have had this experience and just not dared to say so.
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I agree. Thanks so much, Liz!
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You’re most welcome, Andrea!
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