The silence can be so loud sometimes
It thunders with words and thoughts
And replays conversations
and memories of people and places.
It’s a screaming quiet,
spiraling through another lost moment.
A different girl then.
Not better, just less broken.
The light gets in a little more now.
Still.
I feel safer in the softness of the dark.
It thunders with words and thoughts
And replays conversations
and memories of people and places.
It’s a screaming quiet,
spiraling through another lost moment.
A different girl then.
Not better, just less broken.
The light gets in a little more now.
Still.
I feel safer in the softness of the dark.
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