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Silence

I’ve met the silence of the waves and the sea, the silence of a man with his beloved one, the silence of the wounded while their eyes wander around the room. What are words made for? Animals are moaning, and so are we. What was voice made for? If noone wants to hear you speak. Reality wants us mute, reality wants us moaning. We can’t speak.
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