Leaving me alone in the quiet brings about thrashing thoughts, thoughts that are designed to destroy. Destroy me, I'm assuming. I'm not easy to crumble, but it's not easy for me to stay standing, either. The silence is the most painful thing. The silence before a storm, the silence following a horrible argument. The seemingly peaceful quiet before someone finally explodes. I think I'm going to explode one day, and anyone around me is going to fall to their knees.
"If my heart is a grenade, you pull the pin and say..."
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