

TonnerreA boy is yelling, trying to express his anger, the recipient is no longer there, just an empty room, of forgotten tears, of forgotten words, his voice increases,Tonnerre
even echoes, is anyone listening? he shrieked, darkness so opaque, he begins to crack, the yelling stops, as blood drops, one, two, three drops, he lies dead inside, hoping for rebirth.


TayceIt's too much work, to even speak, my mouth is shut, the uncertainty, begins to sink in, how will it go? The voice continuing, the river in my body,Tayce
is of repressed tears, people say they understand, but they don't, because my mouth is shut, I, myself, don't understand, my voice is inaudible, even to myself, the voice is there, but only speaking nonsense,
trying to reach the connection, seems to be too hard, silence never seems to be penetrated, no matter how badly I want to speak, my mind goes in circles
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"He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt!"---Catch-22
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"He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt!"---Catch-22
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