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Faces blend into shades of grey.
Every voice starts to sound the same.
Shouting words of disappointment
as I hold out my hands to represent

Every failure they create.

Every mistake they have made.
Every thought too weak to cross my lips is pouring out of my fingertips.

Everything I ever knew falling apart in front of you.
A spectacle of failed attempts at a life of happiness.

Embrace the comfort of letting go,
savor the sound of losing hope.

There will be no redemption for me.

Just a knack for tuning out the dull beating in my brain
telling me I'm losing more of myself with every passing day