Days on end staring at a blank wall just daring it to break the silence.
Confined to a life of deafining silence because the noise is unbearable.
I find the symphony of my coffee brewing a release from the anxiety I can look forward to on this day.
As I watch the clock continue it's countdown to the grave I have come to embrace the fact that there is a comfort in loneliness.
You are the smartest person in the room if you are the only person in the room.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
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- Category: Reflection
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