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The distance between our eyes,
in this lies the unspoken truth,
we can't reach out to it,
there's nothing to be touched,
in my mind the words
trying to hurt my feelings,
my hands they create perfection,
ther's no other matter that could
inspire,
wired in the atmosphere,
the voices climb the walls
around me,
why can't I escape them
how can I find safety
without being harmed
where is he who can have answers
to my prayers
does he even notice my fight
could he be there to protect
from the stinging voices
there's no silence