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Sometimes I feel as if I'm just talking to hear myself speak
To feel comfort in knowing I have the ability
to think thoughts
and make others know those same thoughts.
As if speaking were only a comfort to my mind.
What's the point?
No one listens.
Those who listen don't give a fuck.
Those who care don't have time to understand.
I might as well shout into an empty room.
Shout over a traffic whistle.
Scream to the world,
even if I know it's futile.
Even if I know it's not worth the breath.
I have breath to spare.
Doesn't everyone?
And yet we still talk,
when no one is listening,
just to reassure ourselves
that we
can.