The heaviest of lonesome silence. The longing. Waiting for the weight in one's chest to dissolve; being crushed by knots in one's chest and that heavy silence. What does one do while waiting for the many knots that form beneath one's ribs to untie? It's when when one loses the will to move, burdened beneath the weight of those knots, and that horrible silence.
I want to get out of bed, but I can't get myself to.
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