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May 2015
Hello.
One word.
Two syllables.

A knife through the air of silence.
An enemy of loneliness.
The word itself could bring hope to the hopless.
A smile to the smileless.
A friend to the friendless.

Hello.
A simple word could lead to million things,
it can bring you joy,
love,
heartbreak,
but it could also make you fall
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Rip you to shreds.
Tear your heart out.
Leave tears streaming down your face.
For hello is a undecided thing;
Nor friend or enemy.

It's just hello.

A word,
the beginning of a story.
Charlie Hudson
Written by
Charlie Hudson  20/F/England
(20/F/England)   
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