I am suffering in silence because I'd rather keep quiet about the secrets that try to delete me. Delete the stages, pages and pages of the book I close to keep.
The ones that stain the pages of my brain, that brain that's made of letters and words, all the things that cannot be heard.
To hear is to see and to see is to feel, these pages of mine don't want to stay still.
Still is the way I've kept them quiet, please don't look, I want them to remain silent.
(Larna Bobby Lou)
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