moving along,
trapped again,
these voiceless thoughts,
so quiet yet so loud,
a crescendo,
it's so loud,
help me.
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Losoweare we real? or are we just actors living through our lives with no true purpose?
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moving along,
trapped again,
these voiceless thoughts,
so quiet yet so loud,
a crescendo,
it's so loud,
help me.