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Void

Sitting alone in the darkness,
An empty void.
Hearing strong beats of the heart,
And my violent screams for help.

Pumping,
The beat insane.
Insane by the violence,
Mortified by the nothingness.

I place my hands over my ears,
Trying to block the sound.
The thump grows louder,
Louder and louder.

I'm lost in the thumping,
Afraid of the quiet.
Afraid of the nothingness,
A nothingness yet so innocent.


By: Darci Botts

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