the void?

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When I scream,
In the woods,
Behind my neighbors house,
I know they can hear me but
They've never been ones to go out of their way to find the source of my echo.
I feel like I'm screaming into the void,
Yet I suppose it is not the void if I know for certain I am heard.
It is, however, just as futile.

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