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Silence

Perhaps I'm too exhausted to hear the words whispered upon the winds

Keep to myself, keep to myself,

Don't look, don't look,

Sores freshly ripened need time to heal, sticks and stones will break my bones

And words can shatter souls.

Not everything is about you

How would I handle denial of articles forged from my heart?

Keep to myself, keep to myself,

Don't look, don't look, distract

At least the petals look nice this time of season, I love myosotis in bloom

Forget-me-nots

Yet I did

Gusts to wind, wind to wafts, it almost hurts to breathe

No words to come in reply, Did you get my message?

Silence is the answer

Well, then

Hello, silence

i don't even know what to tag this withi thought i'd get an email at leastthis is so disorganizedwipwork in progress

◄ My Muse Is Dead

Renewed (Soon) ►

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