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The silent cry
The lump in the throat that can neither be swallowed nor be willed out
The indescribable, unfathomable mixture of conflicting and contradictory emotions that whirls within,
stirring the inner self with an uncontrollable violent surge
The shaking hands
The expressionless dead face
The mask that fell off a long time ago
The heart that seems about to cross the threshold
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to belong
No desire left to belong
The search has been long
No strength left to keep searching
The lost soul with no will power left
No questions worth asking
Answers carry no meaning
Words are not enough
The silent cry has no place to go
The lump in the throat that can neither be swallowed nor be willed out
The indescribable, unfathomable mixture of conflicting and contradictory emotions that whirls within,
stirring the inner self with an uncontrollable violent surge
The shaking hands
The expressionless dead face
The mask that fell off a long time ago
The heart that seems about to cross the threshold
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to belong
No desire left to belong
The search has been long
No strength left to keep searching
The lost soul with no will power left
No questions worth asking
Answers carry no meaning
Words are not enough
The silent cry has no place to go