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Word on the Streets

I felt it today, the distance I was so furious to be creating. It was dull and half-hearted, likely to leave bruises but no wound to bleed out of. I hoped it would be at least enough to make people wonder.

That’s always been a toxic trait of mine, hasn’t it?

People wonder, people talk, people watch, people notice, people suspect, people accuse, people talk some more. Sooner or later, it’s bound to trickle back to you, right? If you’re too blind to see it yourself, perhaps you can at least hear it in a whisper on the streets.

I hope to never make the news on the streets.

Unless, of course, it’s the manicured path to happily ever after. That, I would be able to handle.

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