Silence is a plain of blank
That stretches as far as sight,
I am screaming,
Without a sound,
A tiny drop
Inbetween lives.
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The Beauty of Thoughts
RandomJust a random really, really, really short collection of my poems of thoughts about life and random stuff. Sorry about awfulness and any mistakes. I will always be adding things on so it will probably never end as people always have thoughts.
