WATERED DOWN WHISPERS FLUTTER ABOUT MY COLD HEART NEVER DRAINING INTO MY THOUGHTS NEVER ALIGHTING TO BE HEARD BUT THEIR PRESENCE NEVER FALTERS BLANK VOICES BENEATH THE ROARING HISSING SOFT EMOTION A CONSTANT . . . QUIET . . . DIN.
Reason for writing:
IT IS STRANGE TO BE ALONE IN A CROWD OF FEARS.
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