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Silent Thoughts, Muffled Screams

LECTURES 212
Votes 9
Chapitres 13
Durée 13m

LECTURES 212
Votes 9
Chapitres 13
Durée 13m

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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 bad dream...🥀Tous Droits Réservés

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13 chapitres

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