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It’s like I’m talking to myself, no I’m fucking screaming

But the only thing that ever answers is the loud echo that silence can create

Like a ripple it starts small and increases

Thoughts begin to pool and bubble slowly waiting for the perfect time to rise

A silence so loud it’s deafening the pool is overflowing

The ripples keep getting bigger it won’t slow down and my sheer voice can’t keep up any longer

I let the silence engulf me and fade into a soft echo

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