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some things sound silly when you say them out loud. like what im trying to say. like goodbyes. like hellos after silence filled trial periods. moods can never be directly translated, but we still try to speak through them. so tell me what was lost in translation and ill make it up to you by way of song titles. this one for the time i felt hollow. this one for the time we should have said things twice. this one for the time i felt like a movie. and this one for everything else. i can never really have these conversations out loud. not yet. my face is too transparent. my skin is too pliable. i cant take self portraits. matter of fact, i just cant do them. im better. i know i can stand on my own two feet. i can keep my balance. dear apathy, i hate you. signed, your sworn enemy.