The Man sitting in front of me is saying I should be angry. It would be natural. And make things so much easier. After all, you're in pain, he says.
The Man is handing me a tissue, he's sitting silent, trying to support me, but he just doesn't know.
Good luck on your way, he's been waiting since the very beginning to say that to me.
It is possible, he says, though it takes so much time.
I have to pretend a fighter when talking to him, these are the rules here.
Can't you hear that what you're saying is just not true, he asks me.
Yes. No. 'Cause if everything was built on a lie, maybe it's revaluation that we need?
The Man, his firm handshake. I almost want to believe in his logical, good stories.
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