I nod and lay back with her, turning on my stomach and wrapping an arm around her as I set my head on her shoulder, "Wanna talk about it? I find that helps."
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She buries her face in my neck and I flash a smile, closing my own eyes.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)