The Noise
“I stood alone in a crowded doorway
My tears silenced by the echo of voices
I was chained to the world’s perception of beauty
That I grew to hate my own reflection
The likeliness that I would belong
Could only be diminished by the emptiness in my body
I stood alone in a crowded doorway
Only to be silenced by my own voice.”
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