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Hmmm...

What if you realize people will never understand you as you are? What if you realize that people don't realize? That sometimes they don't care. Sometimes they don't think. And sometimes they don't know what they they say. Sometimes people don't appreciate you for not being the things that you can be. For not being what you don't need to be. Should you act hurt? Surprised? Disappointed? Or at the end, should you just carry on without giving it a thought? Sometimes you don't need to tell people everything about yourself. Should you tell? And whom should you tell? But what if those things inside you begin to suffocate you? How do you release them without becoming an object of pity? What if thinking about certain things make you want to weep? Should you weep? Should you carry on? It's not easy to make a distinction between the necessary and the extraneous at most times. Sometimes, it's impossible... Sometimes you sit down and think of how you have faced ...

Anomaly

strange, white pigeons lurking under dead skies and vultures wheeling- devouring thoughts with myopic eagerness. residual habits dying under the dull pressure of anticipated relief- and somewhere under less dead skies, knowingly macabre thoughts curdle and become less grotesque