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In the silence of long nights,

where memories linger like shadows,

a heart once vibrant,

now encased in layers of glass,

each shard reflecting a past,

too heavy to carry,

too fragile to touch.

How many times have I stoodon the edge of connection,

my hands clasped tight,

as if the warmth of otherscould ignite the embers long extinguished?

Each laugh, a fleeting ghost,

each smile, a mere echoof something I once knew.

Ihave felt the chill of betrayal,

the sharp sting of words unspoken,

like a storm that rolls in,

clouding the sunny skies of trust.

Gone

I retreat into the corners of the making,

Don't progress unless of the exploitation of,

where the walls are thick,don't matter thermal vision is their

the air stale,WI fi connection

and feelings fade like old photographs.

I'm no longer here

It’s a strange and weirder

For your arrogance and ignorance

By any means what satisfy you to show more people, congratulations

And ,no ,not any more beside me,and ,

I can't find the

,in a silents

through the

lost in silence.

In rooms filled with laughter,

become a mere observer,you are now,and moving on

In the mind,( your nothing like I expe ted)

Yah, that individuals gone,

These eyes ,I can't see,

the barrier built,

history,where

pain

What is it like

to breathe without hesitation,it's exhausting trying to want to breathe

Can I still return to that mind state,

No ,not anymore,stupid huh so more of don't matter now anyways its not the same mindframe,it's taintedso there I understand,I never was

Fuck it

waiting for you

No

abandoned fa sure

Now also by emotions

You watch the world unfold,

The ignorance and the great feeling you soak up in a fulfilled ego, may not be

the lives entwined ,now assured now not to have any relation or conversation,

while I grasp at the threads,

only to feel them slip away.

There is a quiet comfort,

in this detachment,

a rhythm to the numbness that wraps around me,

yet the weight is heavy,

each day a mirror reflecting the loneliness

And yet, in the stillness,

a whisper persists,

a gentle ache for warmth,

despite the walls raised high.

the distance you said I've created?

What becomes but a forgotten shell,venture forth,without me of course

entering less

The journey isn't easy

the path is with doubt,

Never, addition of any,is in the ad just, cause you are the an means not an objection, though through some the objective is to convince when the individual has been convicted and the invading ,not the individual that's committing the crime, this adjustment may have justice within correcting the direction of sanity not continuing disturbance and conversation in societies taintedness of your invasions of hypocrisy know your excepted an added, to my life of strength of your discouraged focus,and how much time is spent ,staring at a monitor, screened by your direction of another. Yah, you haven't gotten our of ,the,fictionalized of your creativity, showpeople who I really am , a nobody, did it to myself,