This is the only place where we fit.
Shh...don't try to talk, we'll only hurt ourselves.
We're on different planes, heading for the same town in different states.
The difference in dialect is insulting, and I can't hear you over the turbulence.
This is the only language we both understand.
Where meaning is not embedded in the choice of the words, you choose so carelessly.
Wait, wait, wait.
I'm not angry and you're not hurt yet.
We can still go back so nobody's won yet.
Can't we just stay there a while longer?
If we know words are poison...
why can't we just shut the hell up?
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