Anonymous

The dull ache of Nothing sits heavy in the center
A need to move, speak, breathe, create
Sheets holding like a cell

Regrets, these useless burdens with steel grips
Unending, whisper
The cracks in paint are memorized
Reflect behind closed lids
Cling desperate to the motions, preserve this mirrored self
Revealed to none, the secret screams

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