CrunchSilence… How can something so quiet be so deafening? I turned my head back towards the campsite and watched as all these people, people I hardly knew, made this barren wasteland their homes for the night. Men and women alike floated between the skeletal structures of half-made tents, unperturbed by the lack of, well, anything, around them. Unlike them, I couldn’t just ignore it. There was something… magic about it, something all too weird and disturbing about the whole atmosphere. Something wasn’t right. But I couldn’t put my finger on it.Crunch
I wandered back to the camp and sat by the fire, folding my arms a
It Never Rains...It never rains. But it pours.It Never Rains...
I thought that all this might end, That after I forgot about you and what you did, That I might be able to fend Off these tortuous feelings
This sullen contempt For myself- what I did What you did What she did It burns inside, and I can never find relief Find that piece of me that you seem to have on lease. I want back my integrity, my sanity and faith I can’t bear to be with neither you nor anyone else in this place.
And I never break, but I shatter.
It’s nice to see that no one is t
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