Silence Is Not Silence

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My voice loves to run away from me.
Each day I am trapped in the silence it leaves behind.
Why would it leave me so darkened and cold?
The door won't open though I claw at the hinges.
I can't breathe a simple "hello".
I can't breathe at all.
The silence is much more than silence.

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