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Silence, it's a deadly thing. So many words are said, but no one can hear. People screaming for help, but no one is there. When someone finally arrives, its too late. You're already mentally gone. Wasted and past the hopeful thoughts. Once they are there, they try their best to be a shoulder to cry on. There is no longer anything to cry about. ……...
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Silence
Silence, it's a deadly thing. So many words are said, but no one can hear. People screaming for help, but no one is there. When someone finally arrives, its too late. You're already mentally gone. Wasted and past the hopeful thoughts. Once they are there, they try their best to be a shoulder to cry on. There is no longer anything to cry about. ……...
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
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