I heard every sound in the world today
except the one I wanted to hear...
The soft spoken one, that can almost be as sarcastic as I am
The reassuring
confident
sweet
bubbly
hurt
damaged
confused voice I grew to love...
Gone...only for a little bit, or maybe forever
it all depends
it all depends
I wish the sound could flow into me once again
but what would that show me?
would it show me what i need to change? No
It most certainly wont...It would keep me happy and let the failure restart
So maybe I need not to hear the sound...Just to appreciate it when it flows into my ears once again.
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