Calmness or emptiness? Are my footsteps soft, or muffled, like a scream I wasn't allowed to hear, secrets whispered amongst friends far away. I need to know, and digging isn't working - I claw and claw but the ground gets thicker, the sounds get further away, and my nails are full of grime and dust, histories and imaginations. When I stop, exhausted, and listen, one thought echoes from temple to temple - I'll feel what I need to to make me stop.
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