listening. - poem -
tokkittalgi
3 days ago
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if my scream could be carried a million miles, no one would answer. yet if it were carried a million more, it would be nothing more than the same. night and day, bit by bit, i slip away slowly, into the obscurities hidden within the confines of something mundane. i don't mean to bother you, but would you please listen my way? just this once would be more than enough. at this rate, lended ears are equal in their worth to love.