“Will you stop it?”
“Stop what? Talking to myself?”
“Yeah”
“Then who else would I talk to?”
The silence is overwhelming. I’m so tired. My pretense is getting weaker now. I’m just waiting. Waiting for time to pass. I’d like to believe that I am making the best out of it. For now, I still do. But I’m seeing so much truth, I don’t know how much longer I can keep silent.
I’ll be better when I’m distracted. I believe. I hope.
I have to be.
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