Sturm

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I'm hopeless.
My lips are trying to form words,
but the only thing that can be heard
is the echo of time.
Thoughts evaporate into nothingness.

The storm outside is knocking on my door,
but I can't be bothered.
My mind
is already trapped inside a hurricane.
I'm helpless.

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