I hear you scream,
but it was not my name anymore,
'cause it was not me after all.
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The Garden of Words
RandomThis is not a story. This is a collection of feelings written during those times when I only got my frail heart and mind. And lost the colorful butterfly in my sight.
XXXII. Scream
I hear you scream,
but it was not my name anymore,
'cause it was not me after all.
