Jokes are a complicated thing, it can be as innocent as normal conversation, but to others it goes too far. "It is just a joke" the girl's voice says seemingly loud, the world is amplified to sensitive ears. "I know" was squeaked , barely audible to the normal world.The girl was never known to be sensitive, but not every mask can be seen. No one needs to know her problems, a self destructing phrase chanted day in and day out. Most days were normal and ordinary filled with hellos and head nods from people, but there were also jokes, jokes that hurt and saddened the girl. Who is to say she is over thinking the things said and who is to disagree? After all it is just a joke.
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PoetryI don't know what this is but somehow it makes me smile so....
