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May 2018
Heavy.
Weighted.
Pressed in.
I
Can't
Move
Mind spinning so fast
Then
It stops

Everything
..........
Stops
..........
...
     ....
Weightless
      ....
...
..........
But this isn't peace.
It's merely the breaking of a worn out machine
Gears frozen
Couldn't turn them if I tried
Can't even try



s   i   l   e  n   c  e





Can't stand it
Too much space for painful thinking
Music
Loud
Make me feel something
Please


Nothing


More bass
More volume
Head is vibrating


Nothing


Maybe it's better this way
After all
Feeling nothing
Being empty
Doesn't hurt
And I'm tired
Tired of hurting
Moe
Written by
Moe
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     Salmabanu Hatim and Helena
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