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there are voices in my head whispering the things i left unsaid

They paint shadows on the walls of my chest, Tracing every place my courage never stepped.

I try to answer back, but the words won't land They dissolve like water slipping through my hands.

I've been walking through the rooms of my own mind,

Finding fragments of the things I tried to leave behind.

Every memory keeps replaying in a loop, Like a ghost that never learned to tell the truth.

And I wonder if I'm meant to feel this much, Or if I'm just breaking under the weight of being touched