Apathy of a different sort
empty none the less
so look at me, say your line
turn away and second guess
don't tell me you understand
or you know what I'm going through
ignorance tinged with passive care
you don't know me, I don't know you
you don't know me, I don't know you by chain of absurd circumstances we'd be thrown in a place face to face in an embrace more profound than the one that a lover recieve on an imminent one way journey and then one more elbow one more push you don't know me, I don't know you
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‘Ignorance tinged with passive care’ I believe ‘Save it’ would be my response. Thoughtfully and flawlessly executed.