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Punching Thin Air

Muted whispers go nowhere
she's damaged beyond repair.

Her eyes glaze over
her screams stuck on repeat.

Fingers growing numb
punching thin air.

Author notes

Just a freewrite i did with title [Your screaming at air"i dont even care"]


Its not good =[ ...**Begs my muse to come back offers cookies**

    I plan to revise this poem, please leave constructive criticism!
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