11:11 pm
My pillow is soaked,
Memories of you haunt me,
The tears just won't stop.
Tomorrow is another day,
But I fear it won't be different,
This sadness won't go away.
For another wet eyes,
I will hide them with a smile,
And keep pretending I'm fine.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
