every day you don't wanna be home early, for it's so empty there's only one hungry puppy waiting.
When you get home you become so afraid to touch the door,
afraid that after a day's work you hurried home only to find the door locked.
And when you finally open the door the overwhelming loneliness rush out like a whole sea pouring out of your tiny house, pouring down on your weak shoulder.
Have you ever felt this loneliness that,
you sit quietly in your house, yet you hear the huge noise of the walls.
They are like moving towards you to fall down upon you, to squeeze you, to smash you.
You may have escaped from the crowd, but find no safe place to hide from this loneliness, to hide from yourself.
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