The Quiet Kids
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Last published Sun, Feb 21, 2021
qui*et:
1a : free from noise or uproar : still a quiet room The lights went down and the theater became quiet. b : making or involving no noise or very little noise a quiet motor a quiet conversation
When a person' slips stay shut, we like to write their narratives by ourselves. We come up with our own reasonings for their behavior. We take it upon ourselves to fill in the blanks and decide if they're a hero or a villain, a predator or a victim.
And most of the time, we are terribly wrong.
Sometimes all a quiet soul needs is for someone to come along and help them write their own story instead of drowning them out and writing it for themselves.
Behind closed lips, a mind could be on fire. It just takes the right person to extinguish the flames.
(We started writing this on a collab page "Awkward_Collab" but we forgot the password and we wanted to start over and make it better. Collab story with BlueBoxDreams)
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