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anna (formerly titled home)


in the blank, dark silence,

it consumes me in its entirety.

a blanket of fear has long enveloped my body now.

it encompasses me wholly, taking all it can.

ripping the CMON SERIOUSLY WHY CANT I ENGLISH

a hand outstretches in waiting. 

quiet, quiet, then all at once.

she calls out to me once more,

words which shouldn't make sense to my panic-addled brain,

but they do. 

PUT MORE SOMETHING HERE, YOU

it's silent once more,

this time blissful, tranquil. 

WORDS ARE HARD. WOW WORDS. WOOOOO.

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spaceykidd0
<p>(ignore for the time being, first draft)</p>

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