Cumbersome by Whispers
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Silent. Without a sound.
Feet no longer touch the ground.
Echoes of waves, from the drum.
Emotionally become cumbersome.
Darkness seeping, no sight to be found.
Falling, in essence, with no rebound.
To touch, but feel not a thread or string.
Such an existence, when one has no relief.
To become trapped, no senses abound.
It's no wonder they're nowhere to be found.
Sense failing, shortcircuiting the mind.
Everything stills, a lapse in the time.
A moment of empty, nothingness exists.
Pity, that a dream, would take such a twist.
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Plagiarism is a Crime.
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