I Prefer Silence

We no longer convey feelings…

And these words are empty…

Shells of the words we use to convey.

Their purpose lost.

Their meaning hidden.

Our flawless façade masks this internal despair.


Days have pasted. Weeks have gone by and still…

We hold on.

Or is it I?

There has been no silence.

Only reminents of what once lingered…

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