the ticking of the clock is scaring me. and the stillness in this room. its suffocating.
nights after nights. i'm constantly searching for the inner peace i've misplaced somewhere. i read, i forget and then it comes back to haunt me again. i just wish i could hide inside that displayed house.
i miss staring at those 8 letters more than i thought i would. now its not there anymore, when i need it the most. why don you just let me have a peep at it. you always knew when to say what.
distract me with your story please, would you.
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