Lost within
my train of thoughts,
I stepped onto these
shards of broken glass,
too crippled to feel,
to blind to see,
these broken bones
are all I need.
I've withered away
to dust you see
i'm one with the ones
who damaged me,
too weak to stand,
to weak to speak,
these whispers of
silence are all I need
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Author:
Paloma Fernandez (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2017 07:18
- Category: Sad
- Views: 37
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Comments1
Silence is tranquility.
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