This Tiny Soul

Idle Moments of rejected normality,
Blank stares of unknown conflict,
Empty points of reference
Make no differences here,
the quiet moments pointless,
For quiet eludes his past,
The noise left now
Rings loud and fast
This tiny soul never needs you.

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