As your thoughts scream, the world prefers the silence.
I held my mouth for as long as I can. It was not fun and easy. I was bursting out inside the whole time. The voice within me was yelling. It was on its loudest, yet unheard of.
But I love the pain.
I have been here long enough and yet a blind eye was chosen. I am beyond imagination. The depth of my being is made up. I am a hollow passing through this dense world. I am physically breathing but I am emotionally dying.
It is pitch black. It is cold. I hear a voice that never spoke to me. I see a string of light that blinds me. I long for warmth.
I need a solid ground. I need a continuous melody.
And so I chose one to know me beyond my surface.
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