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This is the sound of my soul when it stops whispering
The moment when everything I had is running on empty
The rain after thunder, the breath that won’t come,
A silence too heavy, quietly undone.
I whisper goodbye to my shadows,
And farewell to my ghosts.
I fall asleep gently
Still, nobody knows.

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