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The Great Pretender by The Platters (also sung by Freddie Mercury; also by Queen).
More SZ (disorganised) than BP (me being very much between those).
Of course I loosely interpret: "you" is plural and means pretty much everyone but me.
Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh ooh) Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh ooh) My need is such I pretend too much I'm lonely but no-one can tell Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh ooh) Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh ooh) I play the game But to my real shame You've left me to dream all alone Too real is this feeling of make (make believe) believe Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Oh oh, yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh ooh) Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh ooh) I seem to be what I'm not you see (ooh you see) I'm wearing my heart like a clown Pretend that you're still around Yeah-eah, wooh hoo Too real (real) when I feel (feel) what my heart can't conceal Oh yes I'm the great pretender Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh ooh) I seem to be what I'm not you see I'm wearing my heart like a clown Pretend that you're Pretend that you're still around.
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Mania kills cells. Brain cells die. Memories become more reduced conceptually, making more efficient use of limited means. Memories shape our reality. Our memories are more or less split in two by abstractions, conceptual reductions. Mood states with memories, concepts, attached. Memories of pain and those of joy. It causes instability, changeability. Fearing that will leave an emptiness between pain and joy and a greater divide.
See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me.
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