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When you ask, “Why are you always so quiet?”

Its a big deep breath. a gasp a chance a risk. Its an exhale. a sigh a relief a release. It feels so good while its happening and nothing could penetrate my euphoria until, inevitably, I burst it from the inside out. The moment makes me forget– I can believe I am silky and seamless for a moment I am an eel and I can glide– its as simple as that. But when I remember them, my unmistakable talons, they will tear my delicate bubble to shreds Frantically I try to rebuild, to put the pieces back together before I let in the whispers, but it is too late and I shiver in the cold. The whispers are so cold. so cold. They climb and claw their way into my ears I wish I could lay there under the weight of the whispers and say the fault belongs to someone else, but the longer I lay there, the quicker I realize the whispers come from my mouth
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