this is getting old.
really old.
i'm tired and frustrated with you.
i wish you would stay and talk.
or yell. at least then we are saying what we really think
instead of keeping it
like always.
let's just ignore it once again, it's what we're good at.
let's run, close doors, and shut our mouths.
oh how things change huh?
they change like we didn't think
they would shift
or turn or morph into
what we are now.
and we can't wait to be even less.
it's a tragedy, really.
we are both the killer and the victim.
two peas in a pod.
that's us.

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