Empty-nothingness,
That weighs so heavy on your mind,
Causing migraines with a tempo of,
Pulse, echo and ringing,
Stinging your patience and,
Testing your kindness...
Although silence is gold plated from,
People who've stated that they would be,
There for you,
But when it's their turn you come thru?
Stumble upon your reflection in a puddle of tears,
Watching your worth flow in waves,
Then you sit back, exhale and relax,
Realize that it's all in your brain!
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