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Silence Kills
I'm writing for a stone.
Cold ,
heavy,
immovable,
set like a .
Still I write as my blood flows.
Every word hurts as its met with such silence.
Like a blind man staring at a Van Gogh painting,
darkness ,
nothingness,
no excitement.
Cold ,
heavy,
immovable,
set like a .
Still I write as my blood flows.
Every word hurts as its met with such silence.
Like a blind man staring at a Van Gogh painting,
darkness ,
nothingness,
no excitement.
Published 8th May 2019
Author's Note
Can you see my tears, can you feel my pain, does it matter to you ,
You drive me insane.
You drive me insane.
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8th May 2019 4:07pm
Indeed.
All we need do is look at cruel control technique of shunning to realize the wisdom of this write.
All we need do is look at cruel control technique of shunning to realize the wisdom of this write.
8th May 2019 4:15pm
My friend, I’m fairly new to writing after a long absence from my mind. I don’t even know where the words are coming from. Can you please eleborate in order for me to verify my existence and that the words make sense.
I ask humbly of you.
I ask humbly of you.
8th May 2019 5:13pm
I am sorry for your pain, I suffer as well from a vacuum of words it is indeed a cruel master.
9th May 2019 11:42am
