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I've always hated small talk.
Especially when it starts with "how are you".
because of all the things my mind would wonder to-
It only triggered bad thoughts.
I mean- what's the point? Why ask if you don't care.
I'm sure there's good intent, I just don't feel it there.
But I digress, It doesn't matter why.
regardless of intentions, I always lie.
I'm sure they do too, " just say I'm fine."
And in spite of best efforts, the convo dies.
That's my gripe with small talk, it never goes anywhere.
I get it, it's a means to an inevitable end, but it's the means I can't bare.
I'm rambling again- point is, you changed the way I think.
My view of such a simple question had been so bleak,
but since I met you, there's been no reason to lie.
Because now, the truth is, I'm much better than fine.
now when someone asks.. "how are you?"
the words that follow are always true.
my love, you make me feel divine.
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