This screeching silence makes me think
Maybe I'm not so intoverted
As everyone including me thought
One second surrounded by people
Who know me
Who like me
Who comfort me
And the next saying yet another goodbye
And the next who the hell can even count-
alone
Sometimes solitude revives
And sometimes it kills
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
This screeching silence makes me think
Maybe I'm not so intoverted
As everyone including me thought
One second surrounded by people
Who know me
Who like me
Who comfort me
And the next saying yet another goodbye
And the next who the hell can even count-
alone
Sometimes solitude revives
And sometimes it kills
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