Whisper There was a time when the wind didn't whisper. It didn't always speak, you know. There weren't always these voices- this emptiness. I'm almost sure that what I've heard this entire time was an echo... The sound of me crying myself to sleep. The sound of me promising myself everything would be all right. The sound of me telling myself I was overreacting. And, this wouldn't hold so much weight if only these whispers were empty. Empty like the rumors you hear around school; You don't want to believe them, but you think you just might. They shouldn't hold so much weight, so much power over you, but they do. Because they're reminders of what you told yourself When no one else was around.
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