Alone is louder

I haven’t slept well at all my essence is crying my endurance is screaming and my intellect is dead all I can perceive is the tears trekking down my complexion no sounds at all just the volume of my contentment….. breaking….. silently but with a mushroom gloom because the panic of my being solitary is so boisterous so to give my heart mind soul peace I sleep with your blanket only to be pleased for the period until I wake up again to comprehend that you’re not right here!


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