And I was still trying to figure that out. I kind of didn't want to. I was scared I was part of the second group and I was scared I wasn't part of any. And if not that, a reminder that those people around me were too good for me. And I'm not deserving for this life. Because I don’t try. I give up too easily and I let go too frequently. I am a warehouse of feelings dark and uncertainty. I am weak. And even in a a houseful, I’m lonely. But in this refineness, I have found the silence. The silence in which I found the noise in, one that screams actual sense.
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