& keep screaming.
I am alone. I've always been alone.
Selflessly selfish. I'm catering to you before i'm catering to myself in pathetic hopes that maybe someday the same favor, even on a minuscule scale, can be reciprocated. I'm screaming so loud from the very bottom of this hole, but from the broken surface, it's nothing more than murmurs. I'm screaming for something. Maybe its clarity. Gratification. Tranquility. No.. something else. & maybe i'll never know what that 'something' is. This gaping hole will just have to be. Not to be filled, but forever to be dug deeper. & at the very bottom of this gaping hole is where i'll still be. Screaming.
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So that's what all that racket was. What are you doing all the way down there? Good thing my arms are long. Grab on, so we can get the hell out of here and start walking. I'll be right behind
catching a glimpse of that sweet apple bottom.
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