Silence begins its work, crowing my mind with whatever it can do to distribute the hive at work. blocking my passages not allowing lifes gift of sounds to enter.
Isolated, subjected to my own thoughts... the voices they are getting louder and louder, pure evil and hatred it consumes me, it picks me apart . What's crowed on the inside, loud and evil is mask on the outside with a picture of what I wish for you to see.
I have layers.
It silences me.
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