You keep talking as if anyone might be listening.
You keep writing as if anyone might read you.
No one hears
No one reads
You speak ancient words
You write for the dead
All those thoughts spinning behind your eyes have nowhere safe to fall
I offered grace to those who gnawed at it, confusing my softness with weakness, as if I was prey. I cut them off, my blade simply severed th...
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