Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel
-Car Radio
Twenty One Pilots
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Domesticated
Something pulled Asher south, towards the town that rested just outside the pack land. He usually did not ven...
