There are times when we shroud ourselves in silence; when we can’t gather enough strength to speak. When our eyes remain dull and we no longer care about what people see. We lock ourselves away and feign madness of the soul, whilst we secretly hope to be freed from the darkness that we did create.
It is an oft forgotten torment, to be alone despite the calls, and despite the start we spoke of, we wish for the end of it all.
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