Here I am again
lost and empty like a blank slate,
From a hundred efforts
to a zero on my plate.
Walking on tip-toes,
envisioning the north,
I wanted to chase the stars
yet I keep going back and forth
I've been through the noise
hovering low to find my voice
The deafening silence was once my key
Yet my heart still yearns
for the warmth of the crowd in me.
For once, I run toward fortune,
While sadness lingers in my veins.
Here me out...
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Silence
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