it really feels that way, a tree all alone in the wind, listening to the birds chirping, the insects chattering. its just listening, left out of the conversations.
after all this months, how many of them can i confide in? how many of them can confide in me? alot of inlets, only one outlet. i need ears too.
p.s. yh 256 had become my silent plea for help.
above, was what i wrote last sat. and nah, its been proven wrong.(: be sensitive to others, not just to urself. we need our own spaces as well.
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