All of us

Sometimes we do things for people we like them to do for us
like a soft signal of what we enjoy and really want them do back.
Then sometimes we lose our fucking minds and do stuffs we hate happening to ourselves
just because things didn’t happen as we’d planned.

In all of this we don’t at all use words.
Even when we do, we never say what we truly mean.

We’re so fucked-up. All of us.

Art by Vincent Giarrano

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