Sometimes life just takes you and shakes you and won't let you stop to figure out what's going on. Sometimes second place isn't so bad. That's a lie. Sometimes I wish what I'm sitting here writing meant more than just putting these words on paper. I wish I could tell people what I thought. I wish masks weren't an everyday item of clothing that people unconsciously put on.
I wish the truth didn't damage people. Because I can't escape it, and it's making everything I touch, actually TOUCH, a poison.
What do you do when you've bared everything, and it comes back empty?
I'm just going to sit here and sulk.
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