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Silence

By Alana SticklesPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Silence
Photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash

Silence.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I am lost in memories long gone.

Forget.

Forget.

Forget.

I can't find myself amidst the fakers.

Too much.

Too much.

Too much.

The moonlight is swallowing my soul.

Waning.

Waning.

Waning.

I am teetering on the edge of the world.

Tipping.

Tipping.

Tipping.

Left to my own devices.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Beneath the weight of indecision.

Crushed.

Crushed.

Crushed.

I'm in a room full of people.

So loud.

So loud.

So loud.

Nobody listens to me.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

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