I am not myself, nor any other hence
whispers. screaming passions.
my ears deafened by silence.
In solitary, I am hidden;
patiently exposed to all.
Hear my cries; I say nothing.
Rescue the already lost.
In agony, tormented - my laughter,
thoughts escape my lips.
lunacy
contemplate my insignificance.
- ScruLuce
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