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Words of the unsaid, words from the unspoken

When you turned around

You are the scattered light strewed across my empty bed. I feel the lack of protection, the emotion of life's cycle in which my thoughts sway and recycle. Over and over the beating of a bleeding heart rebuilds only to be demolished. The constant replay of soundless silence breezes by and falls off a cliff only to dye. A collection of memories sails out to sea and drowns by a nearby shipwreck. Life is full of death, loss of hope and all I can say is nothing at all.

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