Because you know it already.
You know why I speak the way I do.
Why I prefer the company of older people.
You know I hate loud, noisy folk.
That I prefer hugs to kisses.
You know my scars,
my short-form words that don't make sense in real languages.
You know my family,
my connections, my attachments, my stupid little 'happy' thingamajigs.
I don't want to explain them any more.
The re-telling emphasises the pointlessness of it.
Every once in a while, I'll catch myself mid-sentence
wishing I could just take a deep breath
and go home, where I can be quiet.
Because you know it all already.
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