sitting at the back of a bumpy truck.. fear rising at every bump, worried that i'd be flung off.. wondering if this choice to hitch a ride on this particular journey was indeed a right choice. it's such a bumpy journey, so treacherous i'm risking so much. once thought i was was willing to brave the odds to reach the destination, but right now i'm questioning my sanity.
sometimes all you need is that silence amidst the crashing waves,
the warmth to soothe that cold emptiness.
but that's no more now.
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