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Speech of the Damned
Those words unsaid,
They are always there,
Wanting to be spoken,
To be heard by the world.
These words unsaid,
Still waiting for a chance,
A chance of life,
A possibility to be heard.
Words,
Powerful,
Strong as mountains,
Any of them can cause a landslide.
Tired of words,
Their constant running around,
Without meaning,
Just being spoken because of silence.
Its pointless.
Words of life,
Constantly flowing
around the world,
Looking for those lost souls,
Bringing them back
from the brink of death.
Small words,
Quiet words,
Words yet unspoken,
Words never to be said.
All have their effect.
They are always there,
Wanting to be spoken,
To be heard by the world.
These words unsaid,
Still waiting for a chance,
A chance of life,
A possibility to be heard.
Words,
Powerful,
Strong as mountains,
Any of them can cause a landslide.
Tired of words,
Their constant running around,
Without meaning,
Just being spoken because of silence.
Its pointless.
Words of life,
Constantly flowing
around the world,
Looking for those lost souls,
Bringing them back
from the brink of death.
Small words,
Quiet words,
Words yet unspoken,
Words never to be said.
All have their effect.
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