Walls cushioned against some non existent danger perceived by those oppsessors of freedom of opinion, a strapped clothing used for suffocation rather than coverage, treatments that nonetheless increase ailment; hell seems a blessings over this derangement.
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•Silent Screams•
PoetryWords that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, o...
