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Jan 2019
I see the picture, but
the sound's not playing
I see your lips move, but
don't hear what you're saying

because I'm not here

I'm over there,
somewhere,
sitting in a chair,
in a meadow
watching the weeds grow

I'm up there,
in that tree,
with only my company

I'm down here,
in this cave
with only myself
to save

I watch the picture
but there's still no sound
I watch you mouth for words
but none comes out
just a bunch of buzzing, ringing noises
Colten Sorrells
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Colten Sorrells  27/M/West Virginia
(27/M/West Virginia)   
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