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In a groggy haze, I awaken from my slumber. Nothing but silence surrounds me while I wake. Without much purpose I stand to take a shower.                                              Once in, I stand with my head pressed against the wall. Tears rush so fast down my face they feel as though they are one with the water of the shower.                                  For mere moments the heat and steam from the shower sooths my pain. But in my mind I remember I can't spend forever in the shower. Off the shower goes, and on and on so does my emptiness. I walk to my car, pull out, and drive onward. The radio is on and yet all I hear is silence, my mind is full of thoughts but yet nothing can fully process. This world is full of people and yet I have to eyes to gaze into, no skin to smell, to hair to play with, no body to cuddle, no person to love.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
Bitter Filled Thoughts
In a groggy haze, I awaken from my slumber. Nothing but silence surrounds me while I wake. Without much purpose I stand to take a shower.                                              Once in, I stand with my head pressed against the wall. Tears rush so fast down my face they feel as though they are one with the water of the shower.                                  For mere moments the heat and steam from the shower sooths my pain. But in my mind I remember I can't spend forever in the shower. Off the shower goes, and on and on so does my emptiness. I walk to my car, pull out, and drive onward. The radio is on and yet all I hear is silence, my mind is full of thoughts but yet nothing can fully process. This world is full of people and yet I have to eyes to gaze into, no skin to smell, to hair to play with, no body to cuddle, no person to love.
blake-a-balathunis
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
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