The silence deafens, a heavy cloak, Each ticking second, a cruel joke. The empty rooms, they mock and taunt, A solitary, endless haunt. The world outside, a distant gleam, A fading, unattainable dream. But in the stillness, something stirs, A memory of what it confers. To feel a warmth, a kindred soul, To make the fractured spirit whole. So reach out now, with open hand, And help another understand. That in our shared humanity, We conquer all that isolates.
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The silence deafens, a heavy cloak,…
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The silence deafens, a heavy cloak, — Each ticking second, a cruel joke.
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