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  • Silence

    A pounding heartBeating in timeWith the ticking of the silenceThe wide green eyesfilled with fearGlistening with tearsThe tears fall down her faceAnd wash away the dirtand uncovers the bruisesTremblin

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The same boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you're made of, not the circumstances.
— Unknown