You say you want
honesty, when honestly you want happiness. You say you want someone’s frank
words so concrete and solid. Yet you are so offended by one’s “frank” opinion.
Maybe we’re all stuck in this loop, unable to justify why we fear the outside.
We don’t realize that maybe the outside is nothing and the real fear is of
ourselves. Do we choose to not trust the homeless guy on the corner of 22nd
and 3rd with a razor when we really should not trust ourselves? The
pain eats her away from the inside out, and slowly every bottled up secret and
fear inside of her appears on her torn apart skin. She didn’t cry. She just let
the tears fall gracefully out of her eyes.
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