Sun setting

March 13, 2009
By Anonymous

The sun is setting. I turn on the radio and lights. The garage is filled with only the sound of Chevelle. There's yelling! I turn and my only terror is there. He throws words and tools.

The middle of the day. I look out across Lake Michigan. The ferris wheel goes round and round. The pier is filled with laughs and smiles. Boats float calmly on the water. There is nothing more than peace and happiness.

It is dark. The mess he left behind brings tears. The music has stopped. I clean up the mess. I shut out the lights and walk up to the house. I walk in and he acts as if nothing happened.



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on Apr. 1 2009 at 2:20 am
im pretty sure this is u so much pain tho




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