.human.
no one wants to sleep alone.
to feel the absolute absence of everything for what would seem like years.
because it only rings louder in your mind if you've once felt more than this.
it's even worse to acknowledge deeply that the world
- billions and billions of people -
would be completely oblivious to your suffering.
still giving smiles that are too white.
handshakes that are too tight.
little did you and i know, there are billions and billions of people out there with this torturous voice yelling at them constantly.
whether it be internal or external.
there are people who would never want to stop holding your head to their chests.
people who are ready to let you go off a cliff.
either way, i will always still be here.
here in this unknown.
waiting for everything to just stop.
and look.
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YAy i did a long one!
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smother :):
Short Storysmother ˈsmʌðə/ noun 1. a mass of something that stifles or obscures. "all this vanished in a smother of foam" _______ "vanish? i'd like to vanish." _______ sometimes all you need is a confession a day to keep your blade at bay. :):
