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I stay quiet and ask myself: what am I supposed to do when nothing changes? I look in the mirror, asking again: what happened to me? I'm not the same. I stay up until 4 a.m., staring at the ceiling, wondering what I can change. But the answers never come to me, and I'm left in the dark as my quiet voice and noisy thoughts drift away slowly into silence — something I never thought would happen to me. Then I say... the problem is my loud thoughts that cover me in the silence of the night, but I still can't find the answers that will stop this fight until the morning comes with its new problems. And when morning comes, I whisper, maybe I will finally find the answers tonight...
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Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
The Night Asks Back🌔
I stay quiet and ask myself: what am I supposed to do when nothing changes? I look in the mirror, asking again: what happened to me? I'm not the same. I stay up until 4 a.m., staring at the ceiling, wondering what I can change. But the answers never come to me, and I'm left in the dark as my quiet voice and noisy thoughts drift away slowly into silence — something I never thought would happen to me. Then I say... the problem is my loud thoughts that cover me in the silence of the night, but I still can't find the answers that will stop this fight until the morning comes with its new problems. And when morning comes, I whisper, maybe I will finally find the answers tonight...
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Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
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