hiding away

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I like to hide sometimes.
I get away from all the noise.
I disappear into thin air easily,
so I can no longer see
the chaos around me
the pain in every pair of eyes
the cries of the starving
the howls of the dying,
the yells of the surviving
and then suddenly
after a minute of hiding

I stop myself and I quit.
Hiding away hasn't changed anything yet.


• March 11, 2020

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