They are being untold because at the same point they are meant to be untold.
There are times I see explanations would cause nothing but more despair, with all these hands are occupied, they would be too much to handle.
This is when I really wish that my silence speaks louder more that those the unspoken , untold ones.
Left them be, sooner or later we'll catching up again.
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