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7d
I Am the Silence That Serves You
I don’t know how to exist
unless I’m unraveling for someone else.
My worth hangs in your comfort
quiet, cruel, conditional.
I make myself small in a sacred way
bite the tongue,
bleed behind the curtain,
so no one sees the cost of your peace,
or your character.
I’m not a person in this.
I’m the silence that makes your voice sound softer.
I’m the bruise you cover
so you can look whole.
#sadness
#short
#poem
#poetry
#hello
#despair
#pain
#lonely
#loneliness
#worthless
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