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On one side stand I, on the other waits none.

My room filled with sounds, the other silent

My room hurting, the other quiet

.

Both existing side by side like glass panes etched in my brain.

Only one step more

.

In my room silence is deafening

The roaring of nothing breathing through

In my room memories have no place

.

In my room I try to speak

But I can't hear

.

My room is empty.

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