I used to think gossip was a way to learn who I am in everyone's eyes. They speak without inhibition and fear of my reactions. The belief that it stays a secret is thrilling, freeing.
But then nothing made sense. If they said all those bad things, how do I know they aren't just bad people telling lies?
I'm naive though, perhaps that's why I never shout or fume.
A little sad.
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TWENTY VOICES
Поэзия"I guess I want to wake up hearing a voice that quietens the ones inside my head. That one voice that tells me I should live."
