and i ask this as both a genuine question and a statement of desperation.

my chest genuinely screams for a moment of rest that i can't give it.

i can only hope to reach tomorrow

to be deaf is what i aspire to be

at this moment

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thoughts in my head ring over and over and over again

like a silent deadly whirlpool that seems to

reach a bottomless depth

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i do not wish to approach it

nor for others to

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hands on the water

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they ruffle and shuffle through the

surface tension

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i hope they do not get pulled down

i fear that they may just drag

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i hate this poem

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