Void

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Tell me how it feels

To live at the top of that mountain

Where I appear nothing more than a speck

A victim to perception

Quietly sitting at the bottom of the void

I'm only silent to those too far away

To hear me crying out for help

Tell me how it feels

To be above it all

Because I can assure you

It is lonely being on the underside

Forgotten, if not for the hikers

Searching for a challenge

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