I hear the screaming in my head.
Some days I let it amplify
Some days I tire from restraining it –
The voice that grew comfortable in my head.
The voice that is my own.
Some days I decide that I deserve it.
That I have to listen to every single syllable
Even if I do hear it every day, in the background, in the walls.

This is why I write. This is why I need inanitatem – hollowness.

My writings/pictures are original unless otherwise stated.
– Lydia , Singapore.

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