Sometimes quiet is violent.
Take note of the sometimes.
Half the time, it is violent.
The other half, it isn't at times.
I'm quite quiet.
I don't tell anyone anything.
I don't mean anything by it.
I just don't like to cling.
My thoughts don't matter anyway.
Why would anyone care about my sad, little existence?
I just shouldn't say what I want to say.
So instead, I just make some distance.
I just hope no one notices me.
When they do, I get very red.
I'd rather be by the sea.
Instead of wondering what I should have said.
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So yeah. I'm quiet. I just speak on the internet instead I guess. But yay this actually rhymed. It's 11:39. Late writing is gonna be a weird tradition soon lol. Also, subtle tøp reference. Cya next time!
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Introspection
Poetrynoun in.tro.spec.tion \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings I'm just gonna dump thoughts here. Probably sad. Maybe not.
