It's not the silence that hurts,
But all the weight it holds;
The stories locked inside,
The words it never told.
A quiet so loud,
It feels the empty air,
With echoes of what's missing,
Of thoughts I cannot share.
What is silence if not a cover,
Hiding what we're scared to show?
A place of unspoken words,
For things we will never know.
It doesn't break, it stays,
A feeling I can't forget.
It's not the silence that hurts,
But everything it hides.
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