incurable
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The silent scream...
Heard by no one else but me.
Of shattered dreams...
No longer meant to be.
The sound of silence...
Never to be heard from again.
A "wall of sound" so dense...
I think I might have just been
born of a disease.
A disease where slowly my
flesh peels away
at the slightest remarks.
Where my eyes become to full
and my heart become to weak
