Can you hear my scream in my silence? Can you see my colors in flowers? Or my wings flying in the sky? My warmth in the morning?
I reject a world without you. A morning that you don't bloom. I reject the reality of my existence that you don't take place. All those years past. All those memories occupied my mind. The songs that were created by your laughter. Oh! The memories. And all the love I have come with. What happened to this creation that all the separations got between us? There is only a whisper now. There is only that voice. And nothing feels right.
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