Dec 2014
I inhale all the conversations that could fill up this room,
but i opt for silent stares.
You exhale your words of disdain,
your negativity,
your rants,
casting deathly glares.
but i opt for silent stares.
You exhale your words of disdain,
your negativity,
your rants,
casting deathly glares.
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