I'm asking myself over and over again.
Hopefully that question disappears soon, and I'll forget what this post is about, too.
I'm afraid of the little me that controls what I do.
It's as if,
I'm just sitting in the middle of a living room,
looking at everything get smashed up around me,
but I'm just sitting here,
silently, unmoving,
looking at the havoc,
but feeling perfectly alright.
It's just this silent storm kicking in me, and the fact that I'm ignoring it.
Ignoring it so viciously but it's so loud.
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