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Deafening silence,
Strangling thoughts,
A playlist full of
Empty songs,
Played by this
Sarcasm of time,
Adrift like a
Cut loose rhyme.
Where do I belong?
I'm up on a zenith,
Still climbing,
Though hit a bottom,
I'm still falling.
YOU ARE READING
𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗘𝗗
PoetryA story full of poetry and poems no storyline don't read it if you are sensitive to it . Don't like it don't read it
