anti-social
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She was quiet, but she wasn't slow
She was alone, but she wasn't weak
She never spoke, but she wasn't a liar
She never cried, but she wasn't emotionless
She dealt with the world in various way
I’m sitting here in the cold, damp rain
I can feel the tightness in my chest
My mental pain turned into physical pain
They say I just need to rest
I pity the souls who fail to see
The wonder and beauty a story can be
Whether it be the delicate blots of black on crisp page
Or the utterings of grand tales around stone set ablaze
Read these lines with passion. Read them with anger towards people who hide behind social media and try to be manipulative heroes.
I see you hiding behind the curtain of social media.
Read these lines with passion. Read them with anger towards people who hide behind social media and try to be manipulative heroes.
I see you hiding behind the curtain of social media.
Look around, this place should be a place to learn.
Not a place that unacceptance is the thing that you will earn.
Not a place for you to feel that people have no concern.
Quiet,
I sit and take in the world,
spinning in drifts
-- golden flecks of ash—
a cloud of shimmering possibilities shade my reality.
