Without whom
Without whom short stories
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blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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So I dare not talk anymore.

Without whom

As I write meaningless phrases, a thought blooms.

Without meaning, words are shallow, phrases boring, pages barren. Without meaning I dare not speak, I just crowd my head with boring filler.

Without meaning it all becomes prey to deadly silence, maddening static, hopeless white-noise.

Without tears, I'd still drown in sorrow, without a mouth I'd still scream in agony, without a heart, I'd still bear memories of yours in my chest.

Without whom I'm meaningless, is you...

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