waiting room: a short story
Music is played throughout the empty waiting room. As one song comes on, it becomes too familiar. Then the lyrics escape my lips and I hum to the melody. This is what I did until the song ended, and when it did end, it became silent once again. The waiting room became lifeless, once again, without a single voice in it.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
