I lay here. The silence console me, the thing that never fails me. In this world where hatred and love coexists. Who is to trust? Backs will be turned, fingers will be crossed. Yet secrets will be shared, hearts will be opened.
My brain begs for sleep. My eyelids pull the shades down to slumber.
Voices.
The cold whispers to my skin. The hairs stand to it's command . I welcome the cold.
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