Wild, tired eyes;
Looking off into the distance…
Letting one lone tear,
Spill down the cheek.
Hear course shouts,
Foul words stream out.
Piercing the self-conscious.
Plucking the right chords,
In order to provoke the silence…
Defining defeat.
"but I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by" (King of Anything) - Sara Barielles
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Randomso its just me posting possible skits for future stories and questions and other random stuff, like comments on stuff
