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Mar 2019
Why are you singing?
Do you not like me?
I thought you lived alone just to be with me.

What are those words?
They aren’t your own.
Your lips turn down when you speak
It hurts me to hear.

I’m feeling lonely.
We haven’t spent that much time together recently.
I’m not angry
I’m always here
And you fit so perfectly in my fingers
Bracketed inside those walls.

Let me help you think
You should listen to your thoughts
Can you really hear yourself with all that din?

Everyone has ideas
But you can’t beat your own

So come back
And bounce them around.
Let them echo inside your head
Clattering.
Growing.
Breaking down and reforming.
What you’ve seen can always change.
Two perspectives are never the same

Don’t be scared.
It’s only you.
What is there to be afraid of?

So turn off the light.
Crawl into bed.
And think yourself to sleep.

Don’t worry.
I’ll always be next to you.
Silence speaks to a man living alone.
Written by
Edward Dominic
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