sad silence

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I long for freedom from a mind that has me trapped in the deepest darkest part of myself.

Those collections of memories that are only there to prevent me from smiling.

I blink to prevent the tears and I sleep in hopes of the pain leaving my skull.

The quiet inside becomes an unimaginable torture.

Because it's never truly quiet and for me it never will be.

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