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#silenthours
I am tired of feeling lost Being left behind; I am sick of mourning While presenting my silence... I wait for my iron blood To thicken and freeze; My veins, my heart Too stiff to feel again-- I wait for cold numbness To dull my aching eyes; To release my soul From merciless compassion. I wait to draw a breath In freedom, in selfishness; Untainted by their expectations If only one, if only once... Till my madness consumes me.
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Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 2:27 PM UTC
A single breath