If people could speak to me and not expect an oral response in turn,
I'm almost certain I could spend the rest of my life as a mute
Queer, isn't it, that someone such as myself can be so fond of writing, can appreciate the merriment in laughter,
It's the extroverts in society that are rewarded for simply being the effortlessly open people they are; they receive the pay raise, the paramour, the invites to basketball games and late night drinks at local bars.
I, however, couldn't carry a conversation if it had two handles and Mike Tyson holding up the opposite end.
It seems these days that life must be discussed so that its beauty may be revealed.
I find that I don't have to, but that's what appears to be the problem, now, isn't it?
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