Room for Lost Souls

We are not lost. Just misunderstood.

Room for Lost Souls

We all sit there in silence. Not awkward silence; we all know each other, it's a silent understanding.

We sit in this room because the noise outside is too loud. It hurts our heads; our souls to surround ourselves with people who do not understand.

They force interactions. Just to exist. We can't to do this. Feeling how fake a conversation is; how they fake their own feelings causes our whole bodies to tense up, ache. It builds into our heads and our souls scream.

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