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
PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
