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Apr 2016
Its quiet in the void today,
no soul came,
no soul left.
I felt the absence today.
No one to see,
no one to talk to.
I sit here crouched in my bed,
singing a lullaby.
Its quiet in my head today,
no thought came,
no thought left
                                                            ­                And here I am
                                                              ­             Among the thoughtless
                                                     ­                             Among the hated.
Its quiet today,
which most people beg for.
But not me.
I value the noise.
I value the chatter,
the useless

                                                               ­               Here I am today,
                                                          ­                with my inner silence

Here I am in this world of a thousand lies,
here i lay right in the middle,
watching it tear itself apart.
And tomorrow,
when i open my eyes,
and i see the destruction,
I will not weep.
I will shake my head in disgrace,
condemn the fallen,
and leave the world to eat itself in an agonizing conclusion.
Folks, we're reaching the end.

                                                 The silence is coming.
this world is getting worse and worse,
when will it just....end?
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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