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there's a void that lives in my ear dark and twisted and cruel and i thought that that perhaps i could learn just to live with the silence the echoing, harsh nothingness of the void but you see my void houses yet another creature oddly, the two are as light and day the void is cold and cruel, dark and silent and oh so endless but this other thing oh, the void's friend is loud and restless, eternal and painful and insistent so even in the potential i may have seen a window a porthole of hope for respite my resigned silence has become this maddening, neverending hell and it all lives in my ear you see the branches, they shrivelled up and died look at my ear as you would a tree a firm, long standing oak roots and branches for nerves a resilient base for an ear drum imagine the tree has fallen all but the base you can hack at it you can hope it may function just as it did before as trees are just meant to but the roots are dead the branches are cracked and gone so imagine an ear as an ear again it's purpose to hear and receive now imagine a silence as promised by description of ailment only there is one exception that constant, infuriating noise the one that keeps you awake that fuels your insomnia and campaigns your insanity a working ear drum will still receive the noise the vibration, the impact, the pressure but as a tree functions so does an ear with no roots and no branches the base is just a base it may receive but no message shall be truly received not with my ears nothing but constant static or a piercing ringing seldom a painful tone but enough to suffer with too loud and you hear the blaring you feel the pressure you try in vain to double down to cover where it affects you but it only gets worse too quiet, silent and slowly, very slowly you may just lose your mind in my ear lives a void the roots are dead the base lives on and the void's host may just destroy me
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
the void
there's a void that lives in my ear dark and twisted and cruel and i thought that that perhaps i could learn just to live with the silence the echoing, harsh nothingness of the void but you see my void houses yet another creature oddly, the two are as light and day the void is cold and cruel, dark and silent and oh so endless but this other thing oh, the void's friend is loud and restless, eternal and painful and insistent so even in the potential i may have seen a window a porthole of hope for respite my resigned silence has become this maddening, neverending hell and it all lives in my ear you see the branches, they shrivelled up and died look at my ear as you would a tree a firm, long standing oak roots and branches for nerves a resilient base for an ear drum imagine the tree has fallen all but the base you can hack at it you can hope it may function just as it did before as trees are just meant to but the roots are dead the branches are cracked and gone so imagine an ear as an ear again it's purpose to hear and receive now imagine a silence as promised by description of ailment only there is one exception that constant, infuriating noise the one that keeps you awake that fuels your insomnia and campaigns your insanity a working ear drum will still receive the noise the vibration, the impact, the pressure but as a tree functions so does an ear with no roots and no branches the base is just a base it may receive but no message shall be truly received not with my ears nothing but constant static or a piercing ringing seldom a painful tone but enough to suffer with too loud and you hear the blaring you feel the pressure you try in vain to double down to cover where it affects you but it only gets worse too quiet, silent and slowly, very slowly you may just lose your mind in my ear lives a void the roots are dead the base lives on and the void's host may just destroy me
i'm deaf and i don't know how to deal with it
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19/Gender Fluid/London, UK
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
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