Does it mean that you're exceptionally guilty
if you sometimes worry that the point of existence
is that everyone in the world reads your thoughts
and has some kind of agreement to only laugh about them when you aren't around
and act surprised when you share them.
I mean, I would never know!
Maybe it's kind of flattering when you star in my wet dreams, being that I'm the center of existence and all
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