there are empty rooms where lingering voices ruminate my past and hold the answers to many of my questions within a thoughts reach... there, taunting me as my longing swells and my sadness surmounts in the realization we all suffer in this futile attempt at happiness. there is more audible in silence than silence itself especially when it's the silence you've left behind.Birth sign: Virgo
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