You know the feeling.
Feeling when it changes.
When the simple things become...
To troublesome...
Untouchable...
Lonely.
The loneliness is what gets me.
The ache is what sets me off.
The blow up is just....
Another time for
"Whatever"
Walking away.
Pretending it isn't your problem.
Tears and bluffs.
Why bother.
Musings of a brain not tuned in
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