A voice unheard
A memory, a whisper, a long forgotten time I listen. I hope still nothing, is there a point will there be an answer silents. How long to wait time unknown. In the end, forgotten lost.
A memory of lost time I hoped you would hear me. My voice goes unheard. I am that memory of that whisper floating in nothingness.
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