It hurt me.
The day I came home from work and I see the faces of my sister and her boyfriend looking at me like I was a broken doll. A silly little broken doll.
What? I ask.
Well, I'm just going to tell you because its eating me up inside.
Ok. I say.
And she spills the contents of her brain or the contents of her heart, I'm not quite sure where the source was actually coming from because it does make a difference, but I'm not sure.
I don't believe it. I believe it. I'm blind-sided yet, I saw it coming at me with bright headlights.
I don't know what to think, so I confront him. I ask all the questions that were in my head. Yet there were no answers to fill up that space.
Empty. I was all out of ammo. And my gun was broken in the first place.
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I'm late to the show, but I gotta ask about this one... it gives me the feeling of hopelessness.
-sar
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