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Literature
Feel
Sand beneath your feet
You walk but do not see
Hide between the trees
Feeling nothing but the cool breeze
Literature
Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me?
Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me? It's not like it matters, it's not like it's hurting me...
Well, no, maybe that isn't true. It is hurting me. Why does it hurt me? It shouldn't matter that she isn't talking to me. It's not a big deal. It's not like she's ignoring me...
What if she's ignoring me? Is she ignoring me? She tells me she's busy. I believe her I really do, but there's always this part of me that tells me I'm just annoying. Why would someone want to talk to me? I'm not good enough...
I'm never good enough. I push myself, put so much pressure on myself. People tell me I'm good at things, but I can't see it. I can't belie
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Silence
Silence deafens
It screams at me from blank walls so I fill them with photographs
So they’ll seem less empty, and so will I
Silence welcomes
When the world is just too loud and too chaotic and too restless
And all I want in this moment is quiet
Silence echoes
From the depths of the empty beer bottles that line my bedside table
They promised fulfillment or at least escape the night before
Silence lies
It tells me that I am not good enough for a house filled with love
The kind that comes from the heart of a man
Silence comes
The moment I lay my child’s sleepy head to rest and surround her with pillows
So that she may never know
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I'm in love with the words of this poem. 