I have a voice of shattering...
broken pieces
of a million silence...
Sometimes,
I try,
To put it back together,
But always,
gets cut,
deep by the rough edges...
Still,
I speak,
with bleeding wounds,
out loud to the void..
And then,
over again,
with all my might,
I watch my words die...
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