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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required All my life I have been music, a silent symphony floating through time, not the kind of melody that encourages dancing under the starlight, but the kind of music that fills your soul when you're alone and tears fall, without knowing why, like an unseen spring carving its path through rocks. Few have listened, and even fewer stayed to catch the echo of the refrain, most changed the frequency before the story could take shape. I tried to become light, a candle dancing in the wind of memories, brave, flickering, giving warmth I never kept for myself. I met people who mistook my soul for a temporary refuge, leaving when the silence became too loud for them, some say I was a broken heart, a lesson in someone else's story, and maybe I regret it, but how can you regret being an ocean too deep for those who were only looking for a quiet stream? My mind—never silent, moves like thunder in a storm, across the sky of my skull, thoughts crashing like lightning, fast, blinding, disappearing before I can truly understand them. Even in sleep, I am not at peace, even in calm, I await the storm, there is a sadness that doesn't cut deep but flows slowly like endless rain, so gentle that you barely notice you're drowning slowly, without noise, and yet, I sing, perhaps not for the world, perhaps not to be heard, but because silence is the one thing that frightens me more than being misunderstood, and it's strange how silence understands my soul more than anyone ever could, like a shadow embracing the light.
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