Depression

It’s quiet. I can hear the ticking of the new clock behind me on the wall, yet time cannot seem to wake me. It is on days like this that I wish someone heard the “quiet” that haunts me. The emptiness that has somehow, without substance, crawled its way into the loudest parts of me, and shut them down.

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