you can't take back what you tell. people take one look at you afterwards and everything that they knew and learned and came to understand about you just disappears. you're existence is essentially gone because if no one is there to acknowledge you, are you even real?

it's time to keep mum about what you do and what goes on in your head. don't tell a soul. you'll be shunned. silence yourself. they'll think you have problems, but what you are faced with is not even half as bad as what you would be faced with if you let even one murmur mumble by. do not let yourself slip into a hot mess of thudding regret. it'd tear you apart and you'd be too invisible to piece yourself back together.

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