If thoughts could reach you I wonder if you’d hear them.

I have reasons I can’t explain without pointing and it doesn’t translate.

I’m up, what the fuck.

That’s one.

Seven seven seven seven

Don’t ask me the keywords change.

I stopped saying it.

Suddenly

5am

And all I could think of sitting on the corner of the street

Invasive thoughts.

I wish I could look you in the eye and ask you but I don’t think I have to I hear it

I saw it

Is it a misunderstanding or malice?

Now do we sit and wait for the answer or do we hear the other side of the story or do we point fingers

I will wait but I don’t think

I don’t feel…

信じられない。

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