dear diary...

Unheard

Why is it that my words matter so little?

Hell, do they even matter at all?

They drown in your ocean,

occasionally resurfacing as a styrofoam cup

disposed,

lonesome,

lost.

Their burning heat promptly extinguished upon release,

their remains drenched in the acidic downpour of your words.

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