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Silence
Screaming,
My audience, my reason?
A steering wheel, my own fault.
It will not hear, neither will I.
Why bother conveying this?
You must know.
Yet you will never hear.
Solace in release.
Distraught in the moment thereafter.
My audience, my reason?
A steering wheel, my own fault.
It will not hear, neither will I.
Why bother conveying this?
You must know.
Yet you will never hear.
Solace in release.
Distraught in the moment thereafter.
Tuesday 26th April 2022 3:52 pm
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