Sometimes, I stop running myself ragged; sometimes I stop filling my life with noise, activity, chaos.
Sometimes I sit in silence.
I close my eyes, and sometimes,
sometimes.
Sometimes in the silence something, somewhere inside me
screams
Why are you here?? WHY are you doing this?
Sometimes, only sometimes, I can't answer
It's probably a good thing I can't visit home this summer.
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