Being
Sitting, watching, listening, but not speaking, not moving, only taking in what is occurring around you. That is what it does to you. It makes you question your opinion and your existence. Waiting, breathing, beating, but not feeling, not sad nor happy, just that, being. Being the person you never thought you would become. The person that sits, listens, watches, learns, but doesn't participate because of the slight fear of being judged, of being questioned and not knowing the exact way of explaining. Not knowing whether or not they actually care or if they are trying to break you. But the do not know that you are already broken. Broken to the point of not being fixed. The point of just being, not living. Being.
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