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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My existence seems like a timeless tragedy, ticking away in the harmony of misophonia and me. I've been reluctantly raised in the arms of trauma, hiding from the darkness looking over my shoulder. I place a metaphorical knife under my pillow, as I fear the biggest bully in my mind's playground. Sound is like a sadistic samurai slashing at my sanity, as innocent echoes become the euphonious chant of despondency. An eldritch echo of anguish triggering anxiety, a constant conflict between the shadows and the soul, narrating a sorrowful story in each tear I shed, but I'm shouting into the void of ignorance, no one understands why I've bled. Each breath is like a riddle, each munch and crunch tasting like monotonous moments of meaningless screeching, erupting into an earthquake of emotions. Nobody understands the chaos from within, thinking I'm a little bit crazy. I search for a sanctuary where peace meets me at sunrise, where screams of a sonorous mind are not shattered in fragments of estrangement, portrayed through the plentiful imagery of pain. I yearn to live a life mocking butterflies, to flutter in the flakes of eternal slumber. begging to lose the blessings of perception, as all I hear is evil voices chattering from within. Silence is a poison I'm willing to take, yet I'm cursed by misophonian lullabies. I wish to remain isolated within mental muteness, as I know you will live forever in me.
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