You don't get it.
You don't have to.
After all, you're far away, in your own separate reality, and if I didn't know that it isn't possible, I'd say that you've forgotten about me. But it isn't possible, so I know you've merely made a choice. I speak in rhythm, but you just lie.
So, I'll pretend to understand. In a way, I actually do. Because you're far away, and I'm here, all alone. I may as well speak a foreign language, because you don't get what I'm saying.
I guess you just don't have to.
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