Armchair philosopher, full time linguist
You don't have time and so You're fading slowly out of my life Messages left hanging Like smoke rings in cyberspace But the fading is masked By the feeling of liking and being liked Which I tend to persist in Because you still 'like' my stuff As I do yours And that seems to be a close enough equivalent We play along, humoring each other As if it were just like the good ‘ole days Sustaining our denial that this clandestine decay Is even happening It's more convenient this way And softer on the ego. #facebook #friendship
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