Echoes in Vacuum yet I dare say Nay!

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Echoes of oil smudged on dismally located roof wherefrom splashes of my mind and nerve's worries delineate bystander's brain as it soars and shatters loudly within my space creating strong thunderstorm like noises breaking everyone's focus into tiny little sharp pieces as I reach out to surpass my limits wanting to escape the paranoia after experiencing narrow-mindedness --> instilling our souls with abundant claustrophobia that drenches my skin which remains drier than nomads scorched body’s surface thereby touching securely glassed walls that shall with an earthquake breakdown in tears letting me bathe the dearthi-ness of gravel and sand, until then I weep like drops of water in drops of zircon like a ‘tiny ocean’ pouring within myself, whilst being vociferously unsound I hear you yet remain deafened to your pain as you are evoked by unsettling feelings of keeping contained and abstaining me from meeting my internal instincts of quenching your uneasiness and taking away your troubles in a fortutious second!