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Your silence is deafening. I wish you people had it in you, I really do.
This isn& #39;t for my Twitter mutuals.
This is for those who choose not to speak when their words can make a ton of difference.
This is for those who choose not to speak when their words can make a ton of difference.
Maybe some of those are my Twitter mutuals. Maybe they aren& #39;t. Idk. Haven& #39;t put much thought into it.
Maybe some of them are those who choose not to listen to the silence itself. There& #39;s too much silence where there should be some noise. Too much noise where there should be silence.
The noise of a gunshot when there shouldn& #39;t be one. The silence when there should be condemnation. The silence when all one has to do is reach out.
Reach out.
Reach out.
We& #39;re scared. Not for the first time. Not for the first time. The feeling is familiar, I& #39;ve felt it ever since I was a kid. But I don& #39;t know how to live with it.
It& #39;s hard to be prone to it. Hard to get oneself accustomed to it.
I wish I have it in me to live in this place, with this fear. But I won& #39;t blame my future self for fleeing. It& #39;s okay to flee.
To everyone I judged for fleeing. I& #39;m sorry.
You had every right to. I have every right to as well.
You had every right to. I have every right to as well.
But I& #39;ve chosen to stay for now. I don& #39;t know how long I& #39;d be able to drag on.
10 years down the road, I& #39;d probably be laughing at the 19 yo me for choosing to hope.
10 years down the road, I& #39;d probably be laughing at the 19 yo me for choosing to hope.
But I wish I don& #39;t. I wish 10 years down the road when I look back. I can tell myself I was right to stay.
