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How is it that I feel loneliest when surrounded by vast amounts of people? It is when my ears indulge on the overlapping words from the relentless conversations around me when all I can process is static Yet if I was to converse with a single person breathing even the most minuscule of sound it is in that moment I would be engulfed in a sense of familiarity and warmth In this same time where only I and one other were to occupy a room my voice would flow like winds a continuous breeze that were to be as easy to exhale as a breathe If these same four walls were to contain various minds, voices, thoughts, bodies with the ability to judge A snake would wrap itself around my throat, choking me if I even attempted to release a sound
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
A Constricted Voice
How is it that I feel loneliest when surrounded by vast amounts of people? It is when my ears indulge on the overlapping words from the relentless conversations around me when all I can process is static Yet if I was to converse with a single person breathing even the most minuscule of sound it is in that moment I would be engulfed in a sense of familiarity and warmth In this same time where only I and one other were to occupy a room my voice would flow like winds a continuous breeze that were to be as easy to exhale as a breathe If these same four walls were to contain various minds, voices, thoughts, bodies with the ability to judge A snake would wrap itself around my throat, choking me if I even attempted to release a sound
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
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