They say..He is quiet
They say..He is calm
But no one knew
About the echoes
That runs around
In the room of madness.
The things inside his mind,
The monsters he's held confined.
And
The whispers he's declined.
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Scattered Pieces
Poetry~if i learn the story behind each scattered pieces, will I finally know how the glass looked before it was broken... #25 & #24 in poets #1 in brokenpieces #1 in brokenglass #8 in poetry #8 in poetess #7 in originalpoetry #28 in poetrybook >None of...
