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hoarse voice, or i am perhaps speaking in only whispered tones, hushed, silent ricocheting inside my head, bounding back and forth and back again meaningless, silence, a weak cry for help (i don't know what to do, i don't know how to say it i don't) they say to look at the goodness of this world the world is good, the world is happy, but i can't bring myself to reflect that i can't feel anything i feel everything take a step back and look at the world how it is i'm backed up on an invisible wall, too afraid to throw my head back and stare at the world outside the glass petrified, trained on the swarm that festers within what you feel is m