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in a small room, there are many souls each one has a story unique to them yet they don't speak of it they do not see it the stillness around them as they occupy a room without a word they don't question the quietness almost embracing it how can I blame them though what purpose does it serve to tell your story when its easier to stare at a phone and bask in the thoughts you have blissfully ignoring souls around you
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
a quiet room
in a small room, there are many souls each one has a story unique to them yet they don't speak of it they do not see it the stillness around them as they occupy a room without a word they don't question the quietness almost embracing it how can I blame them though what purpose does it serve to tell your story when its easier to stare at a phone and bask in the thoughts you have blissfully ignoring souls around you
my breakroom at work
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
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