'And the Air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.'
-from The God of Small Things
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Friends playing dual roles wrecks havoc.
Blurred lines and blank holes.
Should I cross over to anger or chide myself for being so sensitive?
All the whispers egging me on to anger.
But I let it go. A few times over.
And it hits me, you can let it go.
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