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Beneath the Noise
We carry wounds which no one sees,
Stripped bare by the world's quiet indifference.
A life lost, forgotten by time's cruel hands,
Moments of sorrow fade beneath others' noise.
A bomb bursts, its weight unseen,
And the rubble settles—no one comes to mourn.
We sit with our aching bodies,
Alone in a world that turns its back.
A sickness takes root,
And the world moves on—too busy, too ...
Thursday 27th February 2025 3:53 pm
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