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Apr 2013
The silence is so loud,
especially when you cannot see,
more so when you cannot sleep;
Always when you feel the least.

The room is so empty when you’re alone,
with nothing there but comforting darkness,
comforting silence, comforting nothingness;
When there’s nothing to distract you from you.

The night can be quite frightening,
as the hours grow long but time grows short,
when nobody is there to save you from yourself;
Especially when you give in to the abyss of it all.
Written by
Heath Leonard  20/Agender/USA
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