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  • Silent Thoughts, Muffled Screams
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    If I have a pen without ink, I'd fill it with my blood, To write what I feel. If I have a book without pages, I'd use my skin, To contain all my muffled screams. I'll paint a picture, With my bleeding wrists. Pouring on the paper, Like rain on fire. I'll talk to those, Who can hear, My muffled screams It's not just a...