A Dead End
This silence is static
Dead air hours do nothing to quiet the mind
Time and space can't touch me, I cry out loud
Rebellious even to myself, collapsing under this imaginary weight
Once again I'm irritable with the idea that I'm wasting my life
somewhere another me is pacing the floor
afraid of a deadline I haven't even promised to meet
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