Monotony

There is nothing to hear,
and yet, I listen
I hear.

It is always there.
Always.
There.
Everything fades into it.

Who can stand against it?
Who can?
When even time is merely a dream.

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Author: Aaditya Balouria

I am what I am and maybe that is what I‘ve always wanted to be or maybe not. Anyway, now that I am what I am, and now that I know that I cannot be any different, all I can do is tell you how it feels to be me or maybe not even that.

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