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Feb 16
Silence is either the most devastating or the most comforting:

When you scream into the void,
Afraid to hear your own echo,
Comfort is found in the grasp of anonymity.

Yet when you listen for a voice,
None will sound familiar,
For who can respond to ghosts but their own kind?
Lenora Mira
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Lenora Mira  21/F
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   Rob Rutledge
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