You don't already know,
Tucked somewhere in a different language,
Exclusively your own,
That phrase happily hit upon, wrote Hume,
Or so I paraphrase,
That shows deep down we are really the same,
That all argument's a distracting haze?
I wonder what would happen at that point,
Maybe we'd fall in love,
Or perhaps we would see where we diverge,
That truth is not enough,
To bridge the gap,
For you are an asshole,
Knowing that without doubt doesn't change things,
It digs me deeper down depression's hole.
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