Hitchhiking Heart
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Chaos and noise consume my soul; my voice is drowned out by the piercing cold. Who am I? What have I become? Like a monster, I only hide and run. Like a storm, mixed with wind, mixed with hurricanes and dust, bricks and wood, people, petals, broken homes, broken hearts. Screaming and silence, scars and violence. Pounding, throbbing, aching, my heart is isolated and alone. Can't someone please just take me home?