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Wordless words of whispering Drift softly through my head. Voices speaking, Yet I am voiceless My power of speech is dead. My cave-like bed of dreams Has become my worst enemy. I’m so tired of that place, These words/people/thoughts I face, I’m going to hide in the darkest place I know And hope that no one ever finds me. I dream of light dawning, Of a light so powerful and bright, I hope that day comes soon, Because I am so weary and depressed. Will day ever come? - Me
