THE SILENCE WRITTEN AND POST BY NAJWA POWLEY
THE SILENCE ATE MY HEART AND MY REMAINS MY HAND IS COLD, THE IMAGE OF EVERY PAIN THE SCARED DAY OF MY STORY LIVED IN MY VAIN I WANT TO BE FREE ON THE GROUND OR IN THE SEA I HAD BEEN ASK YOU FOR MY HEART AND MY ALL ME I HAD NEVER PUT YOU DOWN BUT FROM THEM I HID YOU I COULD NOT TELL THEM HOW MUCH I... Sign in to see full entry.