There is no sound here
I have no voice
No thought
The silence has become unbearable
The waiting
The watching
The hiding
No more you
No more me
Just silence
There is no echo here
There is no air
Traveling through time
Without a clue
As to who I am
Where am I
This silence
I have become use to it
It has become a part of me
The silence
The darkness
The nothing
All me
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