The Empty Corridor Of Truths.

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In the corridor of deafening silence, I speak my truths,
Standing here like a ghost, saying it all out loud to no one,
You wouldn’t hear me even if I said them to your face,
So, I break the halls silence with my thoughts,
My feelings echo through, if only you knew.

You mistook me for inconsequential, yet I am far from it,
You see me as unimportant, yet I am so much more,
Regardless of our disagreements, despite our differences,
I…