I feel it again.
The pain of getting lost in thought while the heaviness of silence dawns upon me.
I’ve been here before — Where I walk through rooms thick with quiet. Where I stand in spaces with shadow-casters, muzzled to death.
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The gravity of words never said? Or the way they echo unformed?
How unspoken truths are either left hollowed or gathered like dust. How even a single utterance might lay buried in the void.
I wonder, if I let them out, will I drown out the noise and make my voice finally heard? I’ve been here before. But I can’t let this be here forever.
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