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The still room is filled with people, Whose held breath, will never tell their stories And it is, deafening.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
Stillness
The still room is filled with people, Whose held breath, will never tell their stories And it is, deafening.
sometimes silent is violent
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
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