who knows anymore?

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small

alone

in a vast galaxy

empty


but is it better?


better than the loud

the crowded

the anxiety

the fear

the worry


whats better? I mean really better?

pushing it away as a natural thing?

or bottling it up until you burst and someone just happens to hear?







who knows anymore

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