Saturday, July 25, 2009

How It Hurts

it's that time again.
where there's shouting everywhere.
throwing things.
it's late.
but it's not like it matters to them.
and I never know what's going on.
everything happening, and I don't know what's causing it.
then everything's fine. like it never happened.
but even the slightest noise, the slightest thud makes us paranoid.
makes us worry.
makes our hearts skip a beat just to stop thinking to make sure everything's fine.
even when it's totally quiet, we hear a soft shout out of paranoia.

it's that time.

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