These silly dances we keep doing are fun, but I'm starting to get bored.
I pretend I don't have feelings for you, and you pretend you have no clue.
The fact that we're pretending is childish and a little frustrating.
Don't get me wrong, I love keeping all of this hidden because once it is brought into the light, it could lose control.
So I keep my mouth shut until the moment of truth presents itself.
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A Jumbled Collective
Non-FictionThis is a collective of various journal entries and random pieces.
