Loneliness creeps as I sit here all by myself, my thoughts organized in shelves, and I pull them down one by one to listen to their hum. Their very desperate hum to listen harder, to make out the words. But like a little child, I refuse to listen. I let them hum until my confidence is gone. Stocked onto the shelf, behind everything I pulled. So I leave it there. So be it.
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