Nothing Left

July 25, 2011
Pointing, staring, laughing, glaring. Down on the ground effected by the sound. I can here the thumping and feel the air blowing through the walls. It resonates in me as I crawl to the center of it all. nothing in my head. I've been emptied, all that's left is the sound of my breath. So much to say, but nothing to be said.

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