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I've been told I have a good laugh.

Though I don't really know what qualifies as a good laugh, and I tend to disagree.

The only time a laugh really stands out to me is when a grown man giggles. My brother does it sometimes. M used to do it so much it earned him a nickname. Cory does it on rare occasions. I fucking love it.

My laugh is probably the least self conscious thing about me. Everything else is so measured, but my laughter is free. It's loud when the rest of me is quiet.

Kate used to tell me I that I had different laughs for different occasions. It was one of the best things anyone has ever said to me. I see so much, but I'm rarely the one that is seen.

I think I am ready to start letting people in again, but I don't know where to begin.

I've been invisible for too long.

11:24 p.m. - 2023-06-10

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