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Waiting
It's quiet. Too quiet.
The anger is building up inside and I'm here frantically waiting for an explosion.
Another bomb dropped on my head.
Something about how unfair life is.
I act like I'm okay when I'm walking with a limp.
The anger is building up inside and I'm here frantically waiting for an explosion.
Another bomb dropped on my head.
Something about how unfair life is.
I act like I'm okay when I'm walking with a limp.
Published 25th May 2019
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25th May 2019 9:14pm
