Whispers
I'm there again.
The place I hate to be.
The place where all my thoughts are consumed by nothing.
Nothing but a soft whisper.
The whisper turns into a screaming crowd
Everyone asking the same question
Why not because no one will care?
A crowded room where everyone is looking.
Oh the disapproval.
Why is she still here?
Louder and louder.
Find a quick fix.
The sting is addictive.
That addictive sting brings silence.
How long...
How long until the whispers begin again?
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