The rhythm of your words betrays the quiet ache I have been trying to bury.
You really typed that out and thought we were just friends, when the cadence of those syllables screams that you are hiding something much deeper.
Stop acting like you’re in a sad movie because your feelings are boring and nobody actually cares.
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While I have breath I will give praise to the Lord: I will make melody to my God while I have my being.
— Psalms 146:2 (en_bbe)
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I will give praise to the Lord.
To call our private storms boring is a kindness, for it frees us to find the beauty in the silence we share.
That sounds lovely, but I worry you are just painting over the cracks to keep us both quiet.
If our internal chaos is actually that dull, why do we bother pretending the silence is anything more than just a lack of better things to say.
