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Just leave me alone, and let me breathe.

I don't want your kind words, or your emotive speech.

Whatever it is you're trying to give, just leave it, I don't want it.

Give me space.

I don't want conversation and definitely not small talk.

Just quiet.

Peace...and quiet, no noise, no chatter, no sound.

Just leave me to my own thoughts and devices.

Your advice, though nice, is bugging me senseless and I'm zoning out.

Not to be rude, but your voice is just drudging and dragging me down, until finally...I cut you out.

Completely.

I see your lips move but there's nothing resonating.

I just want silence.

But still you go on and on,

Question after question waiting for an answer, a response.

So I sigh, looking at you with glazed eyes, my mind I'm still trying to find.

My thoughts untamed, still tangled in a mess, the silence I crave is caught in a web.

Of panic.

And confusion.

Yet smile resonates on my lips, I nod of my head at the expected moments.

But I want to scream.

Yet instead I stay silent...

'cause I just can't...be...bothered.