Days and hours of thinking, yet it leaves me facing a blank wall. So many things rushing into my mind, so many thoughts battering my puny head. I lay my head heavy in a pillow of thorns, I clamour the silence that sits within my dreams. Dementia calling my weak soul, the keeper anxious to keep my silence bound. My body lies in marsh waters, darkened by the night and polluted with countless thoughts. For weeks I stayed silent and my spirit drowned into oblivion.
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