How can
one live on the razor's edge between heartbreak and hope? It is living as a
whisper within a world where profanity is not spelled out in syllables but in
decibels. It is wanting to weep where tears are forbidden and longing to laugh
where smiling is taboo. It is carrying a terrible sickness and having the
antidote, too.
It is
quiet here in this place.
-Zonoma
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