Is it better to speak or to die,
Charlie wondered.
To speak, someone with a mind that is yet to be twisted would say.To speak. He tried to speak.
He was loud, voluminous, taking up more space than he intended.
He didn't know how to be quiet.
He didn't know how to be honest, yet
he didn't know how to keep things to himself.Is it better to speak or to die?
So the answer seemed clear for him. To speak. Because he was Charlie Dalton.
Because he made snarky remarks.
Because he made sarcastic jokes.
Because he didn't know how to feel pain and not let everyone know he felt it.Is it better to speak or to die?
To die, Charlie would say.
Because he'd rather die than lose his friends. He'd rather suck it up when someone treated him crudely instead of letting them go.
He didn't speak up when he was treated poorly. He didn't think he had the right.Is it better to speak or to die?
To speak.
To let everyone know you exist.
To shine the brightest amongst those who are suffering.
To let everyone know that you are Charlie Dalton.Is it better to speak or to die?
To die.
To not be somebody's problem.
To not let anyone see the parts of your soul you try to hide from yourself even.
To let nobody know who Charlie Dalton is.
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The Secret Diary of Charlie Dalton
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