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8h
laughter is now empty
how the voice shakes
vibrating in the air
marking the territory

there are a
million, million things to do
there is nothing i can do
but wait for you to
wake up instead

silence is overbearing
but what can words do
but make things worse?
Written by
indi  23/F/philippines
(23/F/philippines)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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