shadiaalnajjar

shadiaalnajjar

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"Well. I'm not a huge fan of people honestly. They've seemed like very interesting creatures. I use to feel so much above them, and I still kind of do. Everyone is pretending to know what they're doing but no one really does. I feel like one of the very few people who are able to fully not pretend like they have no idea what they're doing. Everyone has this secret. They pretend to know what they're doing but they're just as lost as the rest of us."

People. People thinking. People talking. People dreaming. People screaming. People drinking. People. People. People. People looking around. People looking down. People looking at the sky. People trying to hide. People looking for their kids. People finding their new loves. People shopping. People. People. People killing. People lining their lines. People throwing them dimes. People. People. People with pills. People getting grills. People. People who write bad poems. People like me. People like you. People are very similar creatures actually. So why don't they treat each other like it?

People. People thinking. People talking. People dreaming. People screaming. People drinking. People. People. People. People looking around. People looking down. People looking at the sky. People trying to hide. People looking for their kids. People finding their new loves. People shopping. People. People. People killing. People lining their lines. People throwing them dimes. People

The girl standing at five three looked around. She saw all the people, but she wasn't sure if they were there or not. Reality had slipped away from her, or did she slip away from reality? This is all she knew though. The scary feeling of talking to someone and then they just vanish into thin air, poofing into a puff of grey smoke. This was her new found reality.