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Your silence is deafening. I wish you people had it in you, I really do.
This isn'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't. Idk. Haven't put much thought into it.
Maybe some of them are those who choose not to listen to the silence itself. There'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'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're scared. Not for the first time. Not for the first time. The feeling is familiar, I've felt it ever since I was a kid. But I don't know how to live with it.
It'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't blame my future self for fleeing. It's okay to flee.
To everyone I judged for fleeing. I'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've chosen to stay for now. I don't know how long I'd be able to drag on.
10 years down the road, I'd probably be laughing at the 19 yo me for choosing to hope.
10 years down the road, I'd probably be laughing at the 19 yo me for choosing to hope.
But I wish I don't. I wish 10 years down the road when I look back. I can tell myself I was right to stay.
