[fr] n+j a.k.a.(shhh, hush)
i remember you before you were one single person, the two of you. i remember when you made my friends happy. now, you might as well not even wear dark sunglasses when your eyes can burn a hole through the lenses indoors; even at night. your secrets are something everyone knows, and you aren’t so secretive and exclusive. it’s a shame that all you’ve got behind this mess is poor communication, solely severed by doors with locks on them, which double as your guard and shield from speaking your mind. but if you could only speak your mind, you’d still have your friends. and shoulders to rest your weary heads.
