So. I listen to your silence, I imagine this scream. I am the ragged listener, should I bleed freely? What is my hurt compared to others that seem oblivious to sudden sparks of fury? So I shake the ghost of this disturbing melancholy. Listen for it has a heart and I have a memory, those darkest... Sign in to see full entry.
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