Untitled – first draft

Silence is oppressive,
it sits on me.

I heave in my breath,
and let it be squeezed out.

At least I only have to make half the effort.
It’s a relief; I am tired of trying.

I like the silence,
it holds me still.

Holds me like you never will
again, or ever did back then.

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