.
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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