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Insecurity.
Friday, June 6, 2014 | 7:26 PM | 0 comments (+)

I'm in the middle of the crowd, but I hear nothing.
I pinch my cheek till my whole face distorted, but I ache nothing.
I tell jokes, I make fun of myself, when I actually mean nothing.
I smile, I shed some tears, yet I remember nothing.

If life is only spinning around, then my world surely revolves around too fast.
I'm getting used to all of the repetitions, till the point I dispreferred surprises.
No surprise. I feel secure.

People comes and goes.
They bring me happiness, leave me emptiness.
They come with surprises.
And I hate surprises.
So tell me again, where does this insecurity come from?

Heck. What a perplexed cause and effect analysis I have up there.






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