on silence (II)
sometimes we know things that we weren't supposed to. things about us in a somewhat indirect way, mind you. and, other people know those things as well. and i know them, and we meet and we chit-chat a while. and it's funny to see their curiosity burning wildly in their eyes. they want to ask. they want to satisfy their curiosity. but they cannot ask. they don't know if i know. they don't know how will i react. they don't want to risk a betrayal. and so, they meet a concrete wall when i say "i'm good, thank you".
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