Not Much

If there’s not much to say why bother speaking? If there is nothing left, why bother breathing? Not much of anything matters if there is no you.

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I don’t smile often. I see others smile. How easily their mouths curve perfectly into a pleasant shape. And here I am, with what I feel is a smile, with what I feel should be a smile, but a look in the mirror reveals nothing. And I am silent. My eyes are still. And my […]

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