The Lies of Alone
Thoughts are better written down then said aloud.
Or at least that's what most people say, and I get it. When you speak it's only half of the things your brain wants you to say. But I don't understand the working of writing it down with black ink.
See, there can never be a proper tone that defines a beautiful mess of sentences.
Nothing is truly expressed unless the tone is carried out thoroughly.
But it also isn't effective unless the listener is listening.
But we lie
We feed them lies so that we feel important
So that they notice, so that we feel
So that maybe we are an expectation
But we're empty, and we love the lies
So that loneliness isn't one.
-Anonymous
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