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    At the end of it all, I sit here in this empty room and not a single soul knows the chaos in my head. That's how it's gonna be. Dying in silence.

    It's deafening. I could scream, but the room would still be empty. So, I just don’t, I sit and just stare at the pile of the shit I’m in. Not with noise, not with flame, but a quiet surrender of someone no one really saw.

x, myle