• The Other Side •

Freak Out

Surrounded by somethin, or nothin.
Whichever it is, there's an abundance.
Over & over again, it is so redundant.
Here it comes. I know it. It's comin.
Screamin out loud, as I took off runnin...
"Oh no, OH NO! No, not AGAIN!!
Oh, wait... it's nothin."




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