echoes

have my words fallen on deaf ears
my voice becoming an echo
repeating in softer tones

do they exist for me alone
being sent off to none
to come across as mistakes

such little space taken
but measured in time
spans years, decades

did i listen to you then
when i read your words
feeling my core shaken

maybe it is all an attempt
feeble and cheap in appearance
just to resonate with you

it would be foolish to stop now
its become a part of me
like it or not

ill yell at the top of my lungs
in the comfort of my room
only to hope you glance at me for a second

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