2/23/19

You have no idea how other people see you. You'd be shocked. The disparity between words voiced, and how you're 'seen', by which I mean, the feelings people have about you, a complicated mix usually, they sometimes congeal in words, text, email, diatribes, confessions, declarations, giggly conversations. Like how I see people, and all the things I must be quiet about, at all costs. Self-policing, but I think I'll mostly keep at that. They're not all bad things, sometimes there's illicit love, and petty anger, and ways I see people that reveal things I just don't wanna reveal about me.


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channeling easy mode

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