for some reason, the girls are mute. nothing but shrieks (of laughter) and giggles escape their glossed lips. a few words here and there. and i can't help but feel their happiness sparking in the air, twisting into a cruel blade.
plunging straight into my heart.
i'm not in their world. i don't understand their world. is their laughter genuine, i wonder? is their happiness contagious?
of course, there are pretenders. movements on autopilot. she doesn't know what she's doing. how are you? she giggles. and giggles. oozes joy. i'm good. i'm good. thank you for the positivity.
behind walls she is silent.
i am always behind a wall.
i am always silent.
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CONFESSIONS OF A SERIAL THINKER
Randomword vomiting, brain vomiting, lots of vomiting in general. lots of indirects and spewing-of-feelings. might be nsfw because i am a grown up adult with adult thoughts my friends so please stay in your lane.
