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Silence


Silence, the one thing I dread

It's so deafening like a world without life 

You left me with nothing

I feel as if I'm the last man on Earth

Yet I'm surrounded by utter fools

Every person with their own flaws 

Mine? Feeling for her.

How am I such a fool?

I fell for her like thousands of bricks crashing in a fiery explosion

Why am I so in love?

For I am destined for pain

Like every damned soul that resides in hell

I am a lost soul searching for one purpose

That was not meant for me

I am the one living representation of pain and suffering

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