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dialogue

  • Oct 23, 2019
  • 1 min read

“Am i here?”

Silence

“Do I exist?”

Silence

“Can anyone hear me?”

Silence

All i hear is silence, does anyone hear my jaded cries every night and everyday.

Taking in a deep breath of air to blow out the candles i’ve lit for months, i hear “Blowing out those candles is equivalent to blowing your life away. Only the faithless would question their being.”

Expecting to hear something, i didn’t as i walked away again.

The silence is back again.


 
 
 

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