Knowing this is how it will always be. The empty echoes of my heart. Do you hear? No. I did not speak. The echoes are heard by me alone. Yet I still may speak. There is still a chance, a hope. I must learn to speak. I will learn to speak. The world will hear. You will hear. The past is gone. The future is all. But will you hear? Can you hear? The echoes remain, stronger than before, but less well defined. It is too easy to run, too easy to leave. This is how it will always be. But can you return? You can only try. Try to be heard. Return. |
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