There is no dawn waiting for me only the endless hum of darkness pressing against my ribs reminding me that even silence.
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The silence inside my chest grows louder with every breath as if the darkness itself has learned to speak through my bones and I keep listening to the sound of my own decay echoing softly
The silence inside my chest grows louder with every breath as if the darkness itself has learned to speak through my bones and I keep listening to the sound of my own decay echoing softly
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There is no dawn waiting for me only the endless hum of darkness pressing against my ribs reminding me that even silence. right away.
There is no dawn waiting for me only the endless hum of darkness pressing against my ribs reminding me that even silence. right away.