There is nothing I can do in the war against silence. When I realize the noise is no longer noticed and the whispers become impossible to discern, I cannot shatter the glass. A perfect pane without a crack is all too fragile, but too hard to break. Slowly, I want to fall apart as you quietly watch each piece separate from the rest. But if I let one piece fall, the rest will quickly follow. As the cracks widen, and the scars deepen, silence is my last stand. A stand against the things that should be heard, but cannot be said. A stand against a war I don’t want to win.
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This post is a good metaphor for apparently how your feeling....you may feel your not able to feel free to openly express what your emotions are elsewhere....but you are safe here to say what ever you want to about your feelings....your writing is very creative and visual...it's good, I liked it.
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