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What do I know?
Nothing.
But I carry it all —
Like silence carries thunder
Right before it falls.

Act like I know nothing,
While the weight of everything
Rests on my chest,
Unspoken.

Everything comes crashing —
But I’m still here.
Holding up.
Pushing through the quake,
Gathering the crumbs,
The little stones
From the ruin of the building
That once stood tall in me.

I piece them back,
One fragment at a time,
Stronger than before.
Not flawless —
But forged.

How can emotions hold me
Like chains with no key?
Like winds I can't see
But feel everywhere?

I can't even taste
The sweetness of relief —
Just the sharp salt
Of everything I keep.

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