some people get lost in the seabed of gossips, floating in and out of the lies and the fantastic stories that they create for themselves and for others ... almost like new looking glasses to see the world through, certainly colourful but murky at best, not seeing the true outlines but the soft blurs of the beautiful lies ...
some people see it as a compulsion to gossip, to create this weave of stories that they choose to see of other people and of themselves. sometimes, they like themselves to be the bearer of news, good or bad, of the source, of the mouth that whispers to people's ears so they can hear what they want to hear ...
like a kingdom of some sort, they create their domain, where all are their subjects and slaves and they are the rulers!
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