2:01 a.m.
i fear they are right
that maybe i am afraid of intimacy, maybe i am cold and quiet, that i do not feel as much as i should, don't cry enough, laugh enough, smile enough, do enough.
i fear they are wrong
that maybe i am not honest enough, that i am not open enough, that i am true to everyone besides myself and that I don't say enough.
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
