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silence echoes
down the corridor
visibly shaking
what’s not meant to be

shattering what was left
from a once brave soul

all seems lost
in an awkward state
as those voices stay
lingering for awhile
like nothing else mattered
but the sea of hope

please don’t go,
don’t leave me alone,
those voices might eat me
leaving my bones behind
for the mice that live
in my little red shoes

oh well
go then
those voices
will keep me company
in the echoing silence
of the dusty halls

but just remember
silence is golden
and duct tape is colored