I enjoy observing those around me and getting myself engulfed inside their minds.
What hardships have they had? How many times have they been in love?
Where did they develop those wrinkles from laughing and inherit scars from crying?
When I was seventeen I use to believe I could read minds; sometimes I still feel as though I can.
You know the feeling, right?
Nothing exists to you in that moment other than their thoughts.
Their insecurities, fears, mistakes, happiness, turmoil, sincerity…
Would it be a blessing to have this gift?
Or would it be miserable?
You could know anything you wanted about everyone…
But you would also find out their deepest secrets.
How would you handle it if someone could always read your thoughts?
I for one am not very proud of the things I think sometimes.
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