in a silent way these are the thoughts that aren't meant for anyone else. the truths that sit in the cracks between the lies we tell and the masks we wear. the impulses we don't act on. the desires kept quiet. the things we say we forget when we remember every vivid detail. the things we won't admit until we're sure no one is listening.

when there's nowhere else for these things to go, they end up here, hidden in plain sight. and there's beauty in that.
what's it to you?
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