I believe we are an island. I use space and distance to cope with everything emotional. I am not distraught. I am not sad. I don't get that way. I go inside. I go outside. But I don't go to someone. I go.
Just thinking. About everything. Sometimes, we hide inside ourselves. Who we are. What we want. What we think. We hide it. Because we have to. To survive. Mostly to be loved. I get tired of hiding.
Tired of pretending.
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