Silence, a wallpaper of lost echoes barred inside a mass of mind. Trapped within the unknowing truth upon lies. When will it ever escape? This iron curtain of rage, sometimes beautiful. Artwork telling stories, standing up for a cause, even just subtle words or petite ally graffiti. A mute, feeling life in a new direction of communication. When you can't easily tell somebody how you feel, your forced to show it. A courage many instantaneously lack. However, speechlessness can also inflict the deepest, and darkest of drowning pains. The lull of rejection, the hush of hatred, or the plain facts of how one can't hide a stare beyond a blackout. The dull decrease of actually caring for one another when you can't say affection nor have the true emotional standpoint to sight some piece of physical representation. An absence of sound, Silence.
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