In the hush of night, I sit alone, A fragile soul, carved to the bone. The silence hums, it's thick, it's loud, My only friend, a hollowed-out shroud.
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It is strange how silence echoes through our life: " Every whisper, every sigh, Echoes back with a hollow cry. " profound statement…