We talked. Well, she talked. I listen. She only talks. Talk. Talk. Talk. Never listening, only venting. Vent. Gossip. Talk. Vent. Gossip. Talk. She ignores me, too. Vent. Gossip. Talk. Ignore. My only job is to listen. Listen. Listen. Listen. Never releasing, only holding it all in. My feelings. My thoughts. My whole self. Locked away. A bird in a cage. Staying, never flying. Never moving. Never. Stay.
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Finally Broken
Short StoryThe noises used to make me feel happy. Happiness is nostalgic to me, and now the noises sound like screams, bombs being set off right next to me. Cries of pain, sobbing. Then, silence. The silence hurts the most, and then I feel numb. I feel no pain...
